Angelo Quaglia - Flowers lyrics

Flowers Sometimes I feel the road to riches are like moving pictures Losing vision over distance sacrificing for the instance Living word for word and not thinking about the sentence When the time comes period there's no time to mention What you did and what you didn't Who you is and who you isn't Are you are what you is wishing When you was fishing for the answers From your closest friend instead of intuition What's our mission what are we here for What do we feel for Helping one another calling total strangers our brothers Are we all in the same crayola box just looking for colors Some people go to bed hungry at night with nothing to eat I ain't talking about Africa right here under our feet Right on American soil where melting pots come to boil People get rich off of oil and still I love it I'm loyal I pledge it Equal rights for one other's what I'm manifesting But I still have the same question Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone I'm just philosophizing But my thoughts on advertising Can't be that surprising Can't be the only one wondering what happened to the flowers I see so many hours when I look at hours Counting less and less flowers These bees don't usually cower Marginalizing pasteurized milk starting to sour So much for having our cake you know and eating it too I mean let's stop and think about it Are we thinking it through I dream about it so I sing about it best I can do But sometimes in the rhyme when you speaking the truth People start to leave unless they really feeling the roof Fortunately I'm speaking garlic and you seeing the shoot I'm in the club spitting spades and you seeing the suit No diamonds the cortisone just speaking the youth Put my cards upon the table and I'm building a house It's a rocky foundation but I'm working it out Some wick on top removal PCP's at the mout At the river with the people trying to clean it all out Meanwhile in the hood they really feeling the drought From the food desert we live in get your camel packs up I say no fracking way hydro-fracking is out I'm not political dis-spiritual from political vouts On the bus with Rosa Parks coming up from the south And when I stopped to smell the flowers noticed something was wrong I looked down and all the flowers were gone What happened to the flowers What happened to the flowers I've got visions and premonitions of inter and sentimental missions And rendering futuristic tensions is intimate Image is imminently center into our mission on earth Since when Ever since birth Two little birds outside my doorstep singing sweet soliloquies Trying to save a thousand souls You know sneakers for millipedes I'm joking but seriously Can Siri see the seriousness And have empathy on our enemy You know our biggest enemy is really we My biggest enemy is really me Even D's get a G While the other twenty-three are just waiting on a melody So they can merrily merrily row their way home I'm feeling melancholy but I'm still heavenly whole So while I'm planting these seeds I'm just setting the tone Shooting in the dark somewhere in a field of unknown But even I can't do it alone so help me sing this song Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone Where have the flowers gone