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From Branch to Branch (Leon Redbone) · From Branch to Branch (Leon Redbone) · Branch to Branch (Leon Redbone) · Hope: Mothers Helping Mothers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Words Words Words (Bo Burnham) · Words Words Words (Bo Burnham) · Live at the Long Branch & More (Jonathan Richman) · Roots, Branch and Stem: Living Tradition in Ska! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Michelle Branch & Britney Spears (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Branch of the Vine (Our Father's Children) – and 90 other albums »


riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
To spend the rest of her life with. The words "I love you" are 

Priceless, unpredictable like rollin' dices. 

Nonetheless in spite of the fright
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
before the eyes of the soldier who fell in battle
The single mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water
And not take the hand of every man
the words to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad rapper?
An entertainer or the author of the last chapter
We living
The Demons ring the Sabbath bells
Rejoice the witches chant
Preper the sacrifice - by fire
The blood runs black through heavens shell
Declare the witches
Nigga never had to rap bout me, word to my mother

I spit that fire like I’m propane, niggas call me cocaine
Now I’m in the dope game, used to rock
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother