June arrives, rumored days Days of willing it to be In the nest futures hatch It's such a lovely thing to see Oh my God Like an angel wound What fortune
Preklad: Cirkev. Júna.
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty, delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked
Sittin' on the front porch on a summer afternoon In a straightback chair on two legs, leans against the wall Watch the kids a' playin' with June bugs
fly I stepped on board a vision And followed with the wind Till next I came to anchor At the cross near Spancill Hill 'Twas on the 23rd of June The
be with Moses and Kane and Abel, puttin' in work I slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his church My derrty niggaz come through, we turn the heat up in June
One step up and two steps back Bird on a wire outside my motel room But he ain't singin' Girl in white outside a church in June But the church
verse - but the handcuffs the bullpens, the jail cells is makin it worse Tell mom I don't go to the church - tell Oc' I dont' go to mas I blow blunts
life is makin' the verse but the handcuffs The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse Tell mommy I don't go to the church, tell Hac I don't go
worse They do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to church Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the
that no one could take her place My heart was beating for her like the winter beat my face But knowing that I'd see her made my spirit bright as June
From all that worry and bullshit Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick 'Cause my time is up and I don't care With one big push, I'm outta there June
Alice wakes, it is morning She is yawning as she walks about the room Her hair rolls down her breast She is naked and it is June Standing at the window
It was the third of June, another sleepy dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked
My peoples want hits, I hit it from the back Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet
And their idea of fun Is being in a gang called 'The Disciples' High on crack, toting a machine gun Time, times Hurricane Annie ripped the ceiling off a church
June 6th1975 In Miami Florida was the place I first arrived My parents smiled as I opened my blues eyes 'cause they was newly married and I was their
Once step up and two steps back Bird on a wire outside my motel room but he ain't singin' Girl in white outside a church in June But the church bells
