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There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi,
He would not bow down, he would not fight.
He knew the deal was a-down and dirty.
And nothing wrong could make it right away.
But he knew his duty and the price he had to pay.
Just another holy man who dared to be a friend.
My God, they killed him.
Another man from Atlanta, Georgia,
Name of Martin Luther King
He shook the land like a rolling thunder
And made the bells of freedom ring today
With a dream of beauty that they could not take away
Just another holy man who dared to make a stand.
My God, they killed him.
The only Son of God Almighty
The holy one called Jesus Christ
He healed the sick and fed the hungry
And for his love they took his life away
On the road to glory where the story never ends
Just the holy Son of Man I'll never understand.
My God, they killed him.
(There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi,
A man named Martin Luther King
The only Son of God Almighty
The holy one called Jesus Christ)
On the road to glory where the story never ends
Just the holy Son of Man I'll never understand.
My God, they killed him.
There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi,
A man named Martin Luther King
The only Son of God Almighty
The holy one called Jesus Christ
On the road to glory where the story never ends
Just the holy Son of Man I'll never understand.
My God, they killed him.
(There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi,
A man named Martin Luther King
The only Son of God Almighty
The holy one called Jesus Christ)
(There was a man named Mahatma Gandhi,
A man named Martin Luther King...)
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Liroy : Moja autobiografia
I
Minęło 27 lat od kiedy przyszedłem na świat
71 rocznik - Kielce
moje miasto, moja mała ojczyzna
zajebista
to jest oczywista sprawa
mój dom to pocieszki a pocieszki to zabawa
stary taka właśnie klima
czy lato czy zima, -
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deszcz czy słońce
zawsze tam było na maxi bez końca
od małego musiałem stawiać życiu czoła
podwórko, kumple to była dla mnie szkoła
stary
imprezy, kanciapy, godziny policyjne, wojny osiedlowe
niewinne dzieciństwo - stary zapo-
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mnij
nie jedna osoba jeszcze nie raz to wspomni
jak to było kiedy osiedle się bawiło
wspomnimy nie raz jak to wtedy stary było
II
Od dzieciństwa miałem tylko same problemy
ciągłe kłopoty ze szkołą
ojcem - bez ści....
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