Текст песни Jenny - Robert de Boron
Sometimes
we
forget,
'cause
we
get
caught
up
in
life
And
don't
see
the
things
that
we
should
see
And
appreciate
the
things
that
we
should
appreciate
This
song
is
for
the
people
And
the
beautiful
things
in
this
world
that
we
take
granted
of
It's
called
"Jenny"
Listen
up
(yeah)
I
heard
of
the
beat
and
thought
of
something
beautiful
Forced
to
be
a
robot
but
seeking
for
the
spiritual
Living
this
life
and
end
up
at
the
funeral
But
meanwhile
"be
something"
but
nothing
seems
suitable
Life
is
hard
but
you
know
what
to
look
for
Love
or
the
friendship
and
maybe
that's
to
die
for
Only
one
path
and
ain't
no
really
side
door
Writing
for
this
light
and
this
is
really
my
war
So
listen
when
the
birds
are
singing
Birth
that's
given
Seasons
that
change
'cause
earth
is
living
(yeah)
We
take
granted
of
this
simplest
beauty
For
the
new
seeds
I
rap
this
intellect
music
Another
dawn
after
sun's
down
Waking
with
a
gun
sound
No
one's
having
fun
now
Kids
crying
"mom!"
loud
Brightest
stars
in
a
darkest
night
When
I'm
losing
it
I
target
the
mic
(come
on)
Green
trees,
white
waves,
yellow
sunlight
Clear
water,
brown
dirt
to
red
blood
from
gun
fights
Blue
tears,
gray
clouds,
just
another
black
night
Tell
my
people
stay
gold
with
this
silver
hand
mic
Green
trees,
white
waves,
bright
yellow
sunlight
Clear
water,
brown
dirt
to
red
blood
from
gun
fights
Blue
tears,
gray
clouds,
just
another
black
night
Tell
my
people
stay
gold
with
this
silver
hand
mic
After
all
we
know
And
after
all
we
show
Don't
forget
what's
in
front
of
you
And
keep
on
shining
through
After
all
we
know
And
after
all
we
show
Remember
what
makes
you
It's
like
the
smell
of
the
rain
that
keeps
me
sane
Like
Bob
Marley
and
Miss
Hill
that
ease
my
pain
I
picture
the
things
that
don't
need
to
change
Most
beautiful
things
in
this
world
is
simple
and
plain
Like
water
to
quench
thirst
Like
the
nature
that
made
music
first
It's
like
me
taking
a
pen
and
writing
a
verse
If
the
mind
don't
give
up
and
nothing
is
a
curse
Beautiful
things
with
beautiful
names
Key
to
this
life
is
to
view
the
small
things
And
find
something
you
can
love
for
you
to
maintain
Remember
needs
and
the
wants
are
two
different
things
Imagine
if
we
never
cried
Imagine
people
never
lied
Imagine
every
single
person
in
the
world
have
a
mind
Imagine
this
Imagine
all
the
people
in
the
world
reaching
for
the
sky
Green
trees,
white
waves,
yellow
sunlight
Clear
water,
brown
dirt
to
red
blood
from
gun
fights
Blue
tears,
gray
clouds,
just
another
black
night
Tell
my
people
stay
gold
with
this
silver
hand
mic
Green
trees,
white
waves,
bright
yellow
sunlight
Clear
water,
brown
dirt
to
red
blood
from
gun
fights
Blue
tears,
gray
clouds,
just
another
black
night
Tell
my
people
stay
gold
with
this
silver
hand
mic
After
all
we
know
And
after
all
we
show
Don't
forget
what's
in
front
of
you
And
keep
on
shining
through
After
all
we
know
And
after
all
we
show
Remember
what
makes
you
As
I
inhale
the
smoke
of
the
soul
flower
Nothing
to
trip
and
no
beef
and
no
drama
It
seems
stupid
'cause
life
is
your
movement
So
take
a
little
break
puff
maybe
you'll
feel
new
man
Everybody
got
its
own
ways
of
peace
Families
or
friends,
maybe
rapping
to
the
beats
Maybe
reading
your
book
or
journey
to
the
sea
This
verse
is
to
thank
things
what
you
really
need
I
like
to
dedicate
this
song
for
the
people
DJs,
and
MCs,
and
writers,
and
B-Boys
And
not
just
them,
I'm
saying
good
and
the
evils
All
different
paths
with
the
visions
of
their
heroes
And
don't
be
scared
with
the
choices
you
make
Might
regret,
but
if
you
true
at
least
you
weren't
fake
As
I
pray,
with
the
pencil
paper
I
say
This
life
with
mic
is
my
beautiful
way
(bring
it
back)
Green
trees,
white
waves,
yellow
sunlight
Clear
water,
brown
dirt
to
red
blood
from
gun
fights
Blue
tears,
gray
clouds,
just
another
black
night
Tell
my
people
stay
gold
with
this
silver
hand
mic
Green
trees,
white
waves,
bright
yellow
sunlight
Clear
water,
brown
dirt
to
red
blood
from
gun
fights
Blue
tears,
gray
clouds,
just
another
black
night
Tell
my
people
stay
gold
with
this
silver
hand
mic
Thanks
to
Soul
Kitchen
Studio
And
the
Goons
Trax
And
Robert
de
Boron
I
like
to
give
it
up,
For
my
man
"T-bone
Steak"
that's
doin'
some
time
right
now
I
love
you
man
I
love
all
you
guys
So
keep
your
head
up
high
man
And
keep
it
real
Peace
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