One Choice       You Ain't Thug       Trust               Scream for Freedom      Redemption        

Mission J.W.       Steps to Heaven    Broke          Love is Behind You          Terrorist         

Three Patriots       Have A Nice Day    Hatred     The more you think      Angels Will Carry Me                  

Ik ben JW      Heer Bent U Er Nog     Dominee

Imagine a life with one choice so you cannot make it

Imagine a life with two choices but you cannot take it

Imagine a life with three choices and you always loose

Imagine a life with so many that you cannot choose

And even when you choose it seems like your choice is frozen

When you get that same feeling that your choice seems chosen

When it feels like your whole life is being plotted

Or you just wish to have one chance one chance to be spotted

When you look at a crowd do you see the individuals?

When the unfortunate ask for help do you refer to digitals (we’re unable to take your call right now)

Times are shifting, but people needs still remain the same

So much so that the fortunate still think of death as a game

When jokes become tasteless and laughter has passed all limits

And we start rejoicing in disasters and in its

Consequences we publicly start to moan like patriots

Patriotism is a weapon yet a shield for the atheist

Imagine being able to shout but no one can hear you

Imagine being able to drive but someone must steer you

Imagine a life where your death is not mourned

Imagine a death where your life was warned

Then we start to see decisions were not meant to be decided

Then we start to see problems were not created to be bided

No matter what we choose we will always have a problem

No matter what we do we will always fall in

Categories, labels, groups, beliefs, races

Triumphs, goals, nationalities, weight, faces

The same feeling that can unite can also divide; the same monster that can kill can also hide

Feelings, emotions, love, tears

Almost unreachable and hardened through years

deprived of trust, just plain neglectance

Miss achieved caring, extensive violence and acceptance

Are you sick and tired of the growing hostility?

Are you sick and tired of the increasing possibility?

That one-day we would all have to face…

That one-day we would all have to embrace….

All we are taught is how to prolong life and continue

Breath

But is it not high time we focus on death 

Hook:

You ain’t thug you ain’t street the only street

The only street you have is the street under your feet

I walked in with talent in my pocket

Gave them a beat and a flow and said lock it

The producer stared, then gave a grin

Took three looks and said ‘BOY you’re in’

I have no aim and forget the rules of the game

Please to meet you,  JW’s the name (what?)

Take a little bit of soul, Rnb, pop

a little bit of Indie, Urban, Jazz, rock

hip-hop, folk, classical, dance

a wee bit of Latin, industrial, country, Trance

roll it up smoke it  (ahhhh)

and you got JW (dada)

I’m so hip-hop I hurt my hip when I was hopping

I’ll hurt a lot more if this track starts flopping

People will run cause I’ll start popping

JW productions there is no stopping

Hook:

I walk around, all I see are girls teasing

Rape increasing and we’re still looking for a reason

I mean, we used to blame it on crackers

But that got old, so we blamed it on rappers

Now every five weeks it appears in the papers

‘Little white girl got raped by 36 rapists’

then the make some cheap documentary

in less than five days it’s the documentary of the century

with the reason ‘We try to stimulate’

four days later education trying to simulate

so they send Tannibal Vannibal Pecture

an (eccentric) professor  who’s supposed to give us a street lecture

‘I know you are hood, but that’s not up’

‘(I’m here) to tell you the truth, I don’t give a ****’

at that point he got jumped by 3 people

the 4^th was so insulted he lost his ego

but I don’t care, that’s not the problem

That’s not why I’m mad, I can solve em

you see, while all of this happened, I was at the urinal

but I still have to go to the guys funeral

Hook:

These days everyone claims there street

But I wanna know, how many people can take the heat

On average Holland has about 16 million people

4% are so old they ain’t legal

12% are babies, infants

miniature criminals  readying to kill in an instance

that still leaves 13 million who can pretend to be street

13 million who think they can walk the beat

5% of them live in a mansion

the rest get by, by holding there child for ransom

 And in order to be street you need to be poo’

Well what the f! are you expecting/   we don’t know!?  

All I know is to be street you don’t need a gun

*Hold on,  Hold on, what STOP!

Are you saying in order to be street you don’t need a gun!

Are you saying that I didn’t need to buy a

-direct blowback

-operated double action

-semi-automatic

Mec-12……..

With a righthand twist, adjustable scope and silencer…..

Ahhhhhh MAN!!

Lets go from school to class

Where kids on drugs don’t fail but pass

Children in their mess

Are surrounded by grass

Where the overrated janitor has his daily march

And the receptionist face looks like starch

Schools keep bragging and nagging that their number one

They just won’t admit that their system is dumb

Or that 1/4 of kids are addicted to rum

And sometimes they feel just a little numb

The last time I went pissing to guys nearly got stabbed

The bullies became bullied and almost jabbed

Hey man you making me pissed

Get your facts straight here’s a list

Please don’t tell me your preschool- fool borough

I thought they died out, I guess the weren’t thorough

And I still don’t understand why people become a teacher

They say its fun, I’d rather be a preacher

Listen what your doing is wrong

Security how did he get in song

You should promote teaching like Mr. Wong

Its Mrs and she works way too long

…yoh's out of fashion

I’m rapping a rations

Words on paper dashing

With others rappers crashing

I have no enemies left in my territorium

Don’t believe me,  check the memoriam

Or ill do it for them

I’m going to do it like I do a residle

Bring it from the back

Like I m really idle

I’m like most decent and law abiding

But if those men and women blue I’m in hiding

Because all justice has ceased

There’s as much democracy in the west as east

But let’s ……….. that and have a feast

I don’t believe in justice

It all started in august

When I said I trust this

Until the state said hush this

I’m really trying to create a portrait of the world

See and predict un-justice before it will unfold

Cant say what you want to say

Only what want to pray

That’s what Holland realised

After a 3 murder day

After lots of press

And confession’s

Lots op stress

And weird impressions

(we have decided) there is a Jihad

Not only in Baghdad

Speak up wad

Unfriendly Muslims or on a killing pad

&*&^^*&*^&*^&*( allaaaaah)

Is how a prisoner sounds when he’s gagged

And poisoned, beat, nagged, slightly nagged

I warned you, I warned you I had

That will be the situation soon

That and trips to the moon

Deil 99-un

Für ein seizoen

Hey dude where’s the chorus

They what….yeah ask Boris

You know the ex-Muslim with titles

He wanted to be recruited from idols

But I wouldn’t trust him

I wouldn’t even dust him

A new act of violence just in

That guy just causes plain terror

A modernised terrorist for this error

A little bit off fear here and theror

We’ll be America I swearor

So if they attack

We Dutchmen strike back

But first dear jack

(yes) we take crack

(what) don’t look sour

Get music for this hour

You know Wilhelm’s van Nasauer

From flower power

Introducing me me, me, me, me you

A bunch of ex patriots have joined forces to form a crew

I’m the best French rapper that cannot speak French

so leave right now if you cannot take the stench

a professional lover,    of all lovers

got a PHD in the study of model covers

a proof that my serenade in your ear still hovers

I’m coming so tell your sisters and mothers

I’m the one referred to as jack

a crazed physco that can’t afford a crack

so move away please move back

because when this *&^$ drapes out you’ll have no time to pack

because I’m undisputable in freestyle and rapping

and my odourless odour that I got from crapping

is there something hot in here, or am I smelling pee

What ever it was it wasn’t me

so all you girls out there feeling lonely

call me jack crack the one and only

I’m not funny I’m hilariously serious

Don’t listen to my doctor he thinks I’m delirious

There is a thin line between sane and crazy

Just like being a civil worker or lazy

I am so sarcastic irony has dumped me

I cannot help saying mean things so she bumbed me

I mean I really like the pope

More than jack he hope

So everybody sing the popes national anthem

What he is young independent and handsome

And do not worry in public musicals I learnt a verse

No matter how much a song sucks there is always someone worse

Like hearing Hilary Duff  in reverse

Or hearing the town local bishop curse

Mother do-ers

Call bumbs and broke people living in the sewers

Hear me, I have a joke it will not take  long

Just a few minutes of this precious song

Editor please explain what is wrong

Jacks like dingy Dee dong

So I am afraid I have to diss him 

So say goodbye (his family wont miss him)

I’m a professional player with my player pass

Graduated the top of  my player class

so ladies please stir them glass

make a fine toast cause you know him as

how do you want live boy this is my take

I’m giving you 3 seconds or it’s your legs I’ll break

tell who I am           gangster

tell who I slam          gangster

tell me what I do           gangster

tell me I am I knew……

some little guy tried to destroy me and thought he’d won

but he failed so I showed him how it was done

I cocked so much my gun bleeding

But I don’t  care I just kept feeding

Cops around but must keep proceeding

But, I must stay firm, I must keep leading

As a specialised organised member of crime

I need to work hard for every dime

So what do you want: to be zipped open or sliced in half

Turn you inside out finger paint your graph

This is no time for a chuckle or a laugh

This is time for inspiration of pray and staff

All I want to say is what I want to say

And what I want say for today is hey

That we three patriots have joined together

And no matter what we will go through pain and wet her

Get sued insulted be called cowards and get the feather

get victimised caught and bound with leather

so while you are trying us

we know we will remain standing

and that for all the fuss

we are the most dangerous pack that will ever crewed

when you take it up against one you take it up against three

frightened is what you want and should be

we don’t hear we feel the clouds forming

text among text…swarming

we are totally anonymous or nameless

group with no strings attached game less

we wish for nothing we are fameless

there is no message we’re aimless

are verses are incomparable and remain stainless

remnant of pure rape will remain remainless

only we can attempt cause it remains tame less

this our task is and it will remain painless

Mijn vader die is dominee daar is weinig aan te doen

Hij werkt voor God de levende en niet echt voor de poen

Hij heeft een grote gemeente en een heel klein kerkje

Dat iedereen erin past, het is toch echt een werkje

Soms vraag hij ons af, hoe moet dit nou nog verder

Met zijn nieuwe wandelstok hij is de nieuwe herder

Zijn schapen zijn verspreid over veel huizen

Hij moet ze bezoeken groeten en kletsen bij fornuizen

Mijn vader die is dominee wat een vage baan

Je moet de mensen helpen maar je mag naar vier jaar gaan

Gelukkig besloot mijn vader om te blijven

Iedereen is blij hij hoort toch bij de wijzen

Hij wiebelt en hij kriebelt wanneer hij staat te preken

Soms denk je… wat staat hij nou te kweken

Hij preekt over alles…. en ook over de bijbel

Wees lief, aardig en wees vooral niet ijdel

Hij doet, doet, doet, doet, doet, doet, doet

Omdat het moet, moet, moet, moet, moet

Ook al is er bloed, bloed, bloed, bloed, bloed

Het is toch goed, goed, goed, goed, goed

want mijn vader is

DOMINEE………

Just when you trust somebody they let you down

Just when you need somebody no one is around

Just when you love somebody nobody loves you back

And when you stop loving you get a love attack

I'm done with this game. It's just wrong it's the same

This is not why I came. Not for the pain

I've been stabbed. I've been stabbed

And slowly but surely its driving me mad

Wishing for something that I never had

And when I get it makes me sad

I try to move on, I say that it’s done and I hope that it’s gone

But I know that it will happen again

But you can't face it you can't now you can't then

Another lie, another lie. Why

I try and I try. I live and I die

Throb and sigh

I’m low now, but wait till I’m high

There is no ending no one says bye

Not a drop, not a pop, not a sound, not a cry

Why

I, I, I try to move on

I say it’s done and I hope that it’s gone

It happened but it happened wrong

As if you wanted war all along

I try to explain

But its drives me insane

I try to explain

You know why I came

Not for the game

And not for the pain

I’m loose now but wait till I’m tame

They said, you said I said nothing

Chorus: 

Now, now I know

What you meant by this

This rendering

This remembering

This wending

Of our ending

Every time I think of you it makes me wonder when

We are finally going to end this and then begin

Our separate lives in common sin

Or will eyes and find the same thing

If this really happened for a real reason

Then this is not argument no this is treason

This is not play this is not teasing

It’s stupidity and it’s open season

Still on the battlefield, I’m not a soldier

But I won't shed I tear until till war is over

Why do you haunt me?

Why do you taunt me?

Do you hate me?

What do you want from me?

My mind split in two

What should do with you?

Destroy or try say goodbye

Should I hate or should I try

Should I accept or deny

What does it take to end this lie?

Tell me why, tell me why

I cannot know what you need

To proceed without me

Please heed me my words

And let me be

No matter how I try, I can’t describe me

Opinions differ when you’re against or beside me

If your one of us then stand behind me

If your one of them please don’t remind me

In the end I chose the hardest path

Regardless I will stay true as

The world is changing ever rearranging

In this endless struggle with myself you may think

Am I going to make this, Am I going to take this

Am I getting closer, closer, closer to

What makes me them us and you…

Scream for freedom

Keep on dreaming

Keep on breathing

Tell me what’s the reason (that we)

What makes us scream is not political

What makes us dream is not all physical

It’s a burning fire within our soul

Making us what we are and more

With some a can see it in your eyes

In your do’s and don’ts in your deeds and tries

See it is that, that makes me, me

I’m not saying it’s going but its makes me free

Day to day year to year

It like I surround myself, in a sea my fear

Trying to hold of the inevitable fact

That I need to be so I can accept

Freedom

They say we cannot look in the hearts of men

You may doubt it but I say we can

That fact is we can but we don’t

Amused (only) by the surface but we won’t

Look deeper because then we would see

True beauty in you and me

And that beauty will reflect in you

And give you the strength (needed) to continue

It cannot be described, cheated/copied or dealt

What I search for can only be felt

It is the only thing that will ever connect us

It is the only thing that can protect us

You know that somebody that you really don’t like

He’s really shady but he tries to act nice

And for 2 consecutive years, you have been dodging him and all his peers

So you walking on the street, strutting with the beat

Just walking along with your favorite song

When all of a sudden you see him, and you just want to beat him

Because you don’t like him and he doesn’t like you

Well that life what are you going to do

You see he is just looking around, around

Like hi, hi you’ve just been found

Getting closer, he’s coming, and you just want to.. run

Or start running, but that may look too suspicious

At least he’s a dude so no hugs and kisses

You’re looking at him and he’s looking at you

So what does one do?

I make a stand raise my right hand

And say

Hey hi, Bye, hey, Have a nice day

So walking again and you’re thinking what’s next

You see I girl walking you think it is your ex

You try to go around but you make too much sound

And she noticed; now you’re in focus

You use the old watch trick to check to time

It should work now, it worked last time

No, she’s still looking, oh, and I’m still cooking

You play the old aces, get down and pretend you’re  tying you laces

But when you look up girl with a frown

Why did I look up I should have stayed down

You really feel like a clown, turning red, purple and brown,

You’re going to die, you just want to cry, and you don’t know why

This situation, this timing and this placing

You don’t want to say, but have to say hey

You’re walking down the street like a terrorist; afraid of everything you need therapist

You see someone again, when will it end

But wait it’s your old friend

What a pleasant surprise, so you walk towards him

Though the crowd and through the court in

The tunnel and over the bridge

Through the another crowd and around some kids

And then you raise your friendly hand and say hey,

What the hack

I say hi, but he doesn’t say hi back

What he doesn’t say hey back

Well I never, that mother fcker

We spend whole life searching like love is behind us

But we don’t we slow down and let love find us

Love is supposed to be universal not commercial, not wrapped, boxed or packed

You can’t find love in a packaged or in a text messaged, or in books flowers or looks,

Love cannot be found pictures Love cannot be found food

Love cannot be found pills Love cannot be found in a mood

Yet everywhere you look you see love what does this mean

It’s like it’s there but it’s not, somewhere in between

Every week a new way to find love, in advertisements or in the stars above

Horridness, tremendous, this search for love endless

We’re constantly searching looking never waiting, constantly flirting and dating

Waiting for that moment when we can say that you have it

And if that moment doesn’t last we erase the past

 And embrace the future, but with a burning question

Was it was fake or real, can my heart still heal

For me there are only two types of love,

(Fake), if she does it right

A mother and her baby, that love is crazy,

And that love is real, because she will love no matter what you feel,

Now what matter you do,

Lie, cheat, deceive or leave, there is still a connection and protection

That love is godly, and cannot be produced on earth,

It goes beyond our understanding, no verse,

Can describe it, no force can hide, no evil can side it

I have already found love,

 I have stopped looking behind me and started looking beside me,

And I see, my friends and family,

Remembering that there is a love that has no never,

Remembering that there is a love that lasts forever

And for all those still on a quest

If we can’t find love in this life

We will find love in the next

Because if there is a god he will hear us

And I pray that when we die he will be near us

Saying those final three words love will come

I hate that show off ignorant pricks

Those rich and fancy people with there fancy clips

Who all waste money in the name of fun

And they expect us to join them to come along

It seems that arrogance has reached new stage

The rich get richer over the ages

It’s almost like a can read there minds

I can live there lives I can see there signs

But I cannot that is why I hate them

 Together with those racist who worship Satan

And those paparazzi I can just hate

Who cares about up skirts, cleavage, Nipplegate

And all we’re supposed to do is smile and stare

Smile and stare, Smile and care

I hate the environment I hate the society

Just a bunch of spineless freaks with no variety

I hate the fact we all want to be this ideal person

We have this ideal image and its worsening

I hate those popular fashionists

Wannabe impressionist trashionists

Oh I’m so popular look at me

I’m every you want, could and should be

Girl, where is your jewelry

Every has one you should have one surely

I hate those people who always act stupid

Narrow minded retard screw it

Idiots criticizing idiots

Morons killing morons

Liar’s backstabbers and so on…

All these nagging people who cannot mind there own business

Extremist conservative anti-Semitics

I hate rules and I hate people who break

Cheating diabolical sluts who fake em

I hate those who steal for no reason

Swear oaths and then commit treason

Because jail isn’t big enough for those invested rodents

Those self hating humiliating talent less opponents

I hate that people who only care about money

Or think that what I say is kind of funny

I know I hate them and you them too

So what do you propose we do?

Patiently wait and let grow

Deny its existence just let it go

Or will we fight to release it

Will we take this opportunity and cease it

Because if we do not release hate

Hate releases its self

And no amount of character or wealth

Can save you or the others around

Family and friends innocent people are bound to pay for you mistakes

Your uncontrollable hatred

But its not to late we can hate

I don’t rap broke I live it, riding 10 mph, I can’t afford a ticket

Every day I’m stuck in traffica, I’m so broke they ask me for commercials for Africa

3 ways that I can get attention, If I die, get kidnapped, or I fake my pension

I suffer from IRS, irredeemable rappers suffering from stress

Go to the club I’ll be the guy in the corner

Something’s going down; I’ll be the guy in the corner

Something’s passed around; I’ll be the guy in the corner

I’ll be the guy in the corner; I’ll be the guy in the corner

Is that guy broke, probably

You can call me mister, master merry milking mob able

I’m so broke even poor people make fun of me

Hey that is Salam mile Salome!

It was my nickname for my last African commercial

I got bullied on set, I got bullied I rehearsal

I’m so broke make I can’t afford mic, this is not digital your hearing me live

Go to the club I’ll be the guy in the corner

Something’s going down; I’ll be the guy in the corner

Something’s passed around; I’ll be the guy in the corner

I’ll be the guy in the corner; I’ll be the guy in the corner

I’m so broke, Madonna is thinking of adopting me

If you see I’m staying in Wollowby

I don’t have yacht I don’t have Phantom, I don’t like whining but I do throw a tantrum

I don’t even know how to spell all those fancy names

Gucci Pradi, for me it’s all the same

If I get in the club I’ll be the guy in the corner

Something’s going down; I’ll be the guy in the corner

Every time I rise up they are stopping me

The only time I’m rich is when I play monopoly

Respect is hard to get, that why I steal it

Packed it rebrand it and deal it

Yes I’ll be the guy in the corner

Suffering from stress; I’ll be the guy in the corner

Who you’re trying impress; the guy in the corner

Who you can address; I’ll be the guy in the corner

I’ll the guy in the corner chilling with my drink

I’m don’t know if I’m crazy I can’t afford a shrink

I have this thing with relationships, they all end

I’m so broke I can’t afford a girl

You can call me broke, you can call me poor, or you can call me both if you’re not really sure

When they take the plane, I take the bus, see when you see my in the bus throw your hand

Go in the club I’ll be the guy in the corner

Something’s going down; I’ll be the guy in the corner

Something’s passed around; I’ll be the guy in the corner

I’ll be the guy in the corner; I’ll be the guy in the corner

I can’t afford a feature, so here I am again

But surprise, surprise I have a plan

It involves a bit money and me getting it

A few bank accounts and me setting it

A couple guns and a couple of masks

A couple of bombs for couple a blasts

I’m broke but you can call me rich

So give me 5 cents witch!

Yeah it’s the guy in the corner

Yeah it’s the guy from the club

Yeah, don’t say I didn’t warn you;

Give me 5 cents or you’re going to get mucked up

Bang, I can’t afford sound effects

Ik ben JW en jij bent mij gedeeld door twee

Ik wil niet aan de top komen
Ik blijf liever bij de planten en de bomen
En daar blijf ik wonen
Ik ben niet ondergrond, ik ben ondoorgrondelijk
Bovennatuurlijk en wonderlijk
Uitgezonden om de wonden te vermonden
Ze dachten weer eens dat ze het niet konden
J + W is 2
Het wordt alleen maar erger
O nee, hij wordt alleen maar sterker
Lyrisch heb ik een afwijken
Want ik wijk af van wijken, straten
Ik ben geen straat dichter, daarom haten
Ze en ze praten me
In hoeken en gaten
Ze kunnen het niet laten
Dus ik moet het laten
Ik heb niks in de gaten
Alleen maar in mijn platen
Vinden ze mijn gaten
Maar ze zoeken op straten

1 +1 is 2 en 2 plus 2 is W
En w plus J ben ik
En ik plus ik, is mij, want
Ik ben JW en jij bent mij gedeeld door 3

Maar Jan-Willem dat kan toch niet
Het kan wel, en het wordt hoogtijd dat ik je vertel
Alle haters, alle praters, alle doeners en laters moeders en vaders
Alle mensen die kwaad tegen mijn bedenken of verzinnen, lachen om of soms grimmen, niet stoppen maar beginnen
Ik wil jullie bedanken want zonder jullie had ik lege handen
Ik ben jullie creatie en jullie zijn mijn inspiratie

The more you think the more drink

The more you drink the more you stink

The more you stink the more you sink

The more you sink the more you need a shrink

The more you need a shrink the more you blink

The more you blink the more it’s looks like you think

It is highly recommended that you do not get offended

If you don’t like my mouth

If you don’t like my Face

If you don’t like my ways

If you don’t like my hands

You won’t like my Plans

If you don’t like my Brain, my Pain, my Pleasure

My Fun or leisure

.........

Don’t we think all the time?

Or do we think that we’re thinking

And if we think that we are thinking

 When do we think?

The more you think the more you understand the situation

The less you think the more you stimulate the complication

The more we think the more we date

The more we mate

Create

The more we create to more we Produce

Survive

The more we survive the more we stay alive

The more we stay alive the more we Thrive

The more we thrive to more we have to  share

The more people say this is unfair

4 billion years and still the same speed   need

Coffee pills alcohol Weed

Whatever it takes to get through to next day

Some cry together or us lets Pray

Some of us just prefer to read Book

Some of us just prefer to cook

But most of us sit at home look

Telly, fill our belly, relax and keep it steady

Ready for the next day

Happy what did that say

Can you have another way

Probably no way

Got to run oke

Interaction disaffection

Attraction is our main reaction

The more you think the more you understand the situation

The less you think the more you stimulate the complication

Think there are any cases those are the traces

Ready steady faces those are the traces

Mental thoughts and processes

That define environments around us

What if they can be simulated?

Or have they have bound us

Should we lie about telling the truth?

Or should we let the truth tell a lie

But even the truth is subjective retroactive

And could be seen as a reflective

A fact that uncertainty is certain

If don’t like you can pull the curtain

………..

Are we glad to be thinking, are we sad to be thinking?

Are we scared to be thinking?

The more you think the more it cannot be

The more it sinks can’t stop see

Thinking is about, the past and the future

Thinking in the present is just a reaction
That means thinking is interaction

Is happiness an illusion or a state of mind

Death is certain, but what in between is a mystery

We call it life they call it history

But the challenge is not to rewrite history, but to rewrite life

And to keep on writing until we get the right

Can we reach perfection in a world of rejection

Where accepting is an exception

But to accept perfection is to deny progress

Stress and more stress failures achievement

Disasters darkness and relievement

My life consist of pain and my goal or aim is to find a balance

Naturalize and stabilize my plain

There is no pleasure without pain

There is no pain without pleasure

A never-ending constant measure

This is not s song but an extract of my life

Too make right what is wrong in a musical dimension

This is my (ultimate) form of redemption

We all live in the same world but with different visions

We call it being right they call it religions

From the moment we are born they teach us to lie

They teach us to keep our thoughts in side

We don’t search for freedom but a sense of freedom

They call it power we call it sensation

There are a million ways to happy and a billion ways to be sad

The thought alone can drive me mad

They ask me where I go

They ask me where I sleep

They ask me where I sit

They ask me where I eat

They ask me where I know

They ask me where I meet

They ask me where I stand

They ask me what I breathe

But they do not help me

Refrein

Gewoon een simpele kerel met verhaal

Evangelie taal voor allemaal

Knal de boodschap in de zaal

Iedereen en allemaal

Luister ik ga je iets vertellen over mijn leven,

Ik wist nooit dat God zoveel om mij zou geven.

Zat verstrikt in de duisternis,

veel mensen zeiden tegen me hey luister is.

     Er is een God die van je houdt

Maar ik was verbitterd en koud,

Wilde niet ingaan op wat ze zeiden,

Dus ik liet me door de wereld verleiden.

Al wist ik wel dat er meer was tussen hemel en aarde,

dat christenen tegen jou zeide jongen je bent van grote waarde.
Ik was zo koppig en ging mijn eigen gang,
dat duurde ook niet meer lang.

Ik zat op een avond thuis in mijn kamer,
Mijn lichaam werd steeds langzamer.

Wat is er toch met  mij aan het gebeuren,
Ach wat ben ik toch aan het zeuren.
het zal wel niets dan wat zenuwen zijn,
Maar voelde angst,verdriet en pijn.
Sprak diezelfde avond een vriend die me zei,
maak die keuze voor Jezus en wees vrij.

ik aarzelde geen moment en vroeg God,
Heer,vader bent U er nog.
hier ben ik om me helemaal te geven,
Ik wil van alles af en graag het eeuwig leven.

Er kwam door mij kamer een stralend licht,
Zo fel het verblinde mijn gezicht.

En voor de eerste keer in mijn leven had ik evenwicht

Dansen, prijzen en lof zingen

Er bestaan geen problemen alleen onopgeloste oplossingen

Allemaal en iedereen

1 voor 1

Voet voor voet, been voor been

Maar was hij er (wel) bij

Vroeger zocht ik god en god zocht mij

Toch ben ik nog steeds aan het zoeken

In de lucht in de straten en om de hoeken

Maar god is in je hart en als ik mijn hart niet kan vinden

Wat moeten je doen als je misleidt word door dingen

Wat moet ik doen, waar moet ik gaan,

Wat is mijn doel, waar moet ik staan

Serieus wat gebeurd er deze dagen

Mensen zeggen veel maar er blijven heel veel vragen

Ben niet de type die rapt over succes

Eerder over het leiden en de stress

Maar naar mening wil je de boodschap verspreiden

Ik weet niet precies welke dus ik probeer het te vermeiden

Maar volgens mij komt god steeds dichter bij

O ja dan, sta ik in de rij

I’m a terrorist me I terrorize with words

Through them here’s a noun here’s a verb

Makes you hit the curb

Belief it’s superb

First second

A tongue is a weapon half of it is rapping

(You should never reckon what’s going to happen a bombing or a slapping a  fall or crashing)

You never really know what’s going to happen

A bombing or another slapping

I’m a tantalizing terrifying terrorizing terrorist

You don’t want a piece you don’t want a hair of this

And if I’m a terrorist you’re a terrorist

Terrorist when I die you’ll inherit this

I’m a terrorist I don’t care about the virgins

But if I could I would like them Persian

Asian Caucasian just like them merging

And if you’re ugly go get a surgeon

I’m a terrorist viva La resistance

Terrorist so keep your distance

Boom, boom bang every hour single

From Big Ben to the Eiffel tower

This money not about money this is not power

This is about war, coward

Jack, Jack viva La resistance

Back, back keep your distance

I don’t give about all of this I’m gangster

You’re a terrorist, no I’m a gangster

Are you wanted?

Are you dangerous?

Are you a threat to humanity?

Are there many people doubt your sanity?

When I die I take my ak47

So when I stand at the gate they better let me into heaven

Don’t believe check the TV

if you see a street blow up, that was me

if you see  the feet blow up, that was (me)

If you see the seat blowup that was (me)

No help, no cries just ……… boom

I’m like boom, boom, someone clear the room

When I die my son will inherit this

All you amateurs should stop playing with God

But me, terrorism is in my blood

I’m not a terrorist but my family is

My mommy daddy and all the other kids

My grandfather knew Binladen

Even saw him once or twice but far than

I don’t give a F  I used date to death

Rita Bonita My Ex

Let me tell you something true

It’s cool to terrorize but it sucks when it’s you

There are some terrorist that I even like

Freedom fighter you fight for the right

If it is religion or if it’s a vision

The terrorist are always on a mission

So grab a stick or grab a gun

Because in this life you fight or run

Many people wait for god but god won’t come

Given half a chance we would kill God and his son

No…….   we will go to god we die and then we will go abroad

All angels can do is cry for us, they’re already dead they can’t die for us

But when I die want angels to carry me, god don’t let them get me, don’t let them berry me

We believe in god, Satanists in Satan

Reggae in Jah, atheists still hating

Arabs in Allah and Jews are still waiting

And the Hindus reincarnation

I have a vision that combines religion

This is not my Decision

This is not my ambition

But it feels like a Mission

Our believe may differ but our non believes are the same

We do not believe in pain,

We do not believe in slaughter torture we do not believe in money but we bought her

Yeah we taught her you we fought her

We have so many things but all we need is water

A little bit of right and a little bit of order

Order is religion and religion is border

All angels can do is cry for us, they’re already dead they can’t die for us

But when I die want angels to carry me, god don’t let them get me, don’t let them berry me

Angels do not connect the earth

The bridge between heaven and earth is the birth

Life is a gift, but my gift bears a curse

Different religions same temptations

Different creators same creations

God has a task but I don’t like to be it,

God has a path but I don’t like to see it

God wears Mask so I can’t see it

I can do right but I can’t repeat it

These tears may dry, but they keep on hating

I try to see the light but all I see is Satan

I try to stop, but I keep on going

I try to hide but its keep on showing

What is right, right is the opposite of left

So if you’re standing on the other side right is left and left is right

So right depends on your current situation, right will change with decisions you’re making