CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Say Peace
Hey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey
Say peace, we don't really want no trouble
Tell me, is you down with the struggle?
All they really wanna do is cuff ya
They don't love ya (No)
Say peace, we don't really want no trouble
Tell me, is you down with the struggle?
All they really wanna do is cuff you (Hell no)
They don't love you (No)
Starin' into the darkness like Marcus
Garvey, I'm an artist, respect to the goddess
Some say I'm too modеst because I'm the hardеst
On this path to progress, there's been carnage
Regardless, this is a harvest for the world to harness
Elder's dreams, creator's promise
Bein' free is like payin' homage
I've been on that peace, black Dalai Lama
My college was between Stony and Cottage
The knowledge, I got it because n***as was 'bout it
Knew I had to pull it, the bullet or the ballot
It's like the parable of the story of the talents
Want my people to get paper, with no margin
Turnin' ghettos to gardens like Ron Finley
Through stages of life, the world's my Wembley
I emcee, from the point of entry
Of peace, some find it all through their paper routin'
And some find their peace, their peace through praise and shoutin'
And some find their peace through pullin' the shades like Malcolm
I found my peace, my peace makin' these albums, peace
Say peace, we don't really want no trouble
Tell me, is you down with the struggle?
All they really wanna do is cuff ya
They don't love ya (No)
Say peace, we don't really want no trouble
Tell me, is you down with the struggle?
All they really wanna do is cuff you (Hell no)
They don't love you (No)
Starin' into the darkness like Marcus
Garvey, I'm an artist, respect to the goddess
Some say I'm too modеst because I'm the hardеst
On this path to progress, there's been carnage
Regardless, this is a harvest for the world to harness
Elder's dreams, creator's promise
Bein' free is like payin' homage
I've been on that peace, black Dalai Lama
My college was between Stony and Cottage
The knowledge, I got it because n***as was 'bout it
Knew I had to pull it, the bullet or the ballot
It's like the parable of the story of the talents
Want my people to get paper, with no margin
Turnin' ghettos to gardens like Ron Finley
Through stages of life, the world's my Wembley
I emcee, from the point of entry
Of peace, some find it all through their paper routin'
And some find their peace, their peace through praise and shoutin'
And some find their peace through pullin' the shades like Malcolm
I found my peace, my peace makin' these albums, peace
