M.L. In the Sunshine - Count Basic

People of the world we live in Don't let no one take our rights Right to live in peace and righteousness Science is supposed to work in our favor yaw'l But when everything naturals destroyed Put in the place of it is man made decoys Locking us into a world that ain't no world Our senses ain't in touch with the universe now Instead of going so fast into a new age We ain't even got our present age down pact. We can't keep our own thang in tact Yet scientists talking bout a computer thang? It seems to me while some are Scientifically masturbating, The reset of us are scraping to save our lives? THE PLAN IS TO REDUCE US TO SURVIVAL NO MO LIVIN IN THE SUNSHINE, and I ain't wit that now In the sunshine Now ain't nothing wrong with technology As long as we control where it goes But as of now it's in the hands of cash flow And cash aint humble to Gods plans at all. People whether white, black, red or gold Need to stand up upright and bold Need to first rasps our minds and sould Gotta learn to walk before you run oh. I think most people want the same thangs Just to smile and live without so much strife, To be in sync with the one God that gave us life And to have a little time to enjoy thangs I want all the people to live in the sunshine The way it was when it was divine The way it must be in the end cuz... That's the way it was in the beginning. In the sunshine

We starve, look at one another, short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of Greatness, who knows what stands in front of Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space Silence tells me secretly Everything Everything Manchester, England, England Manchester, England, England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius, genius I believe in God And I believe that God believes in Claude That's me, that's me, that's me We starve, look at one another, short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar Life is around you and in you Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in The sunshine in