Bones - Blunt Gut Garden | Текст песни

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[ROBERT F. KENNEDY]
For those of you who are black and are tempted to be filled with hatred and mistrust of the injustice of such an act, against all white people, I would only say that I can also feel in my own heart the same kind of feeling. I had a member of my family killed, but he was killed by a white man

[Bones]
I'm in the garden with the roses
Cup full of oceans
Backwoods smokin

Rare rocks on my fingers
Feelin like a young prince back in 1346
Moats full of acid
Ash on my mattress
Draw bridge up, "Thou shall not pass"

Fine art on all the walls
Bitch I'm makin' break the laws
[?], no cars

Whole village bow down
Step up to my balcony and wave at the crowd
Cane made of emeralds
Coins made of gold
Spider silk broads [?], let em drag on the floor

I never knew I'd be the one
Lookin' in the mirror at the legend I'll become
Lookin' in the mirror at the legend I'll become

[ROBERT F. KENNEDY]
What we need in the United States is not division; what we need in the United States is not hatred; what we need in the United States is not violence and lawlessness, but is love and wisdom, and compassion toward one another