Texty:
Michael Franti Spearhead

(whistling) In a city that burns so loud you cant hear a sound, the whole world drives by with the speakers on concrete apartments and the windows with

Please, tell me the reason Behind the colors that you fly Love just one nation And the whole world, we divide You won't say, you?re sorry There is no

When many little people in many little places Do many little things, then the whole world changes But sometimes not fast enough for me You see I'm just

It's been a long time coming that I had to say When I wake up in the morning all I do is pray For some guidance and protection on the streets today And

We all walk through the valley below We all need a little time alone We all want a little heaven above We all want somebody to love You, you and nobody

Plug your headphones straight into my heart 'Cause I want you to know what I'm talking about I've been your solo lover now for quite a while You've been

Some say you only get so many breaths When they're gone, you'll meet your maker Some people always try to cheat their death But when it comes, you just

Tell me the truth one time Is there a chance that mornin' to dance could come from you (ooh) And tell me the truth one time Is there a chance that little

town (Rude boys) I see ya whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Rude boys) Whoa whoa whoa, whoa (Rude boys) Whoa whoa whoa, whoa (Rude boys) Damn, I say Micheal Michael