It Still Moves

So, I do believe None of this is physical At least not to me So, I do believe That anywhere it goes It's always with me It's not the dream That makes you weak It's not the night That makes you sleep But it's a voice And it's a choice To call you out

Oh shit, run! Oh shit, run! Oh shit, run through the ghetto They will hear you Mornin bell tolls at home Rings loud Calls me back Often times I would hope and pray Then faith came my way Oh shit, run! Oh... It's what appears to me It's what appears t

Wakin up feelin good and limber When the telephone it ring Was a bad man from california Tellin of a stone he'd bring And of better days From this town, we'd escape If we holler loud and make our way We'd all live one big holiday So we listened and u