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MORTICIAN :  Eric Idle
CUSTOMER :  John Cleese
DEAD PERSON :  ???
DENNIS :  Michael Palin
WOMAN :  Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :

never own property or marry a wife.
Let alone purchase a knife or own a gun,
Read the Black Codes today it's under the sun.
Your man Jim Crowe he hated

guns, and the fun, yet killing people became normal to some
We all die, but normalize the time we have shorter in our lives
I’m telling y’all Black crime

burnt by the 3 KKKs- 400 plus years beginning stage- 40 acres and a mule- where it’s at I’m confused- only country it’s a crime to send ya kids to school-

Only Gets Better

Talib Kweli

Prisoner of Conscious

2013

and hustle hard
My grind is real, my hustle dope
I'm finding meals, I'm signing deals
I'm the Gladiator like Russell Crowe
Yeah, you know it's real, but

Akin to Brandon Lee in the crow
Nothing to lose homie
I'm gung-ho
Feel like three ten to Yuma
Russell Crowe
No one really know me homie
I'm a ghost

Though I walk through the valley, they know
That's a different text
In the gym with the Jim Crowe
That's a different flex
Whether black, white, or red

conquista lo bro yeah
Com a team by my side, enemies gonna die, a caneta virou espada wow 
I feel like russel crowe yeah
Gladiador eu só vou matar
Pego nesse

romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe

left hand
Left hand, right hand, left hand
Yea, two realms we exist in
Left hand, right hand, left hand

White man, black man, white man
Dark skin brown

limit we gon drive back to the hood,
they go out sad they mama's mad cause we just up the score by two.

my heart was black cause they done teach some

stoned close to an overdose

They didn't blink an eye

They just kept listening to The Black Crowes

They met my mom earlier that day

Then she told me

insistent
Upon giving out to them
That black-ness
That black-power
That black...pushing
Them to identity with uh uh um black culture.

My melanin poppin they

Crowe shit
This ain't what you foreseen
But we don't have the proper books to be doctors or prowess to lock in with a sports team
From Compton to Fort

A reading from the black notebook
Background
Early spring semester sophomore year
Joe was tasked by the teacher of his poetry class to write a poem

Devil on My Heels by Bourbon House  
Lyrics and melody by Lacey Crowe
Music by Jason Clark


Hey, yeah
I know you think I'm well
Like an anchor
Babe,

Daję luz
Okey skończ

Pies to dog Bart to Katt Cat to kot
Pies to mops Jack Daniels Russel Crowe
Małpki w sklepie Małpki w zoo
Spoko ok nie ma co gadać

This is nothing like your typical black out
Waking up and I'm on the couch
Look over and see Dr Faust
Don't even know where I am at
Think the Loft has

Never mind
Have you ever seen a mother crying traumatized
All black suburbans when we driving by
You better look your killer in the eye
Listen
We really

best friend
Surrounded by some solid okes
Hai nina enihleka all the jokes
I like the girl and she ain't have to boast
Then I wifed her after teaching her

And after all these years I learned what those branches were for
They used to hang ‘em here, back in the days of ole Jim Crowe

A black man I knew from high

in a boat, made him row,
made him work for Jim Crowe. 
eeny meeny miny mo catch a nigger by his toe
make him know that he ain't better than no animal.

a lot its royalty
Seeing me is owing me
Having this joy in me
Can't toy with me
I'm a Black Oiler b
BLACK

We all royalty
Don't be blinded by the color

equality no need to say mas
N because we need to come together to build the nation stronger
Empire full of blacks um-hm yes sir
When I get on my knees and I