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As old Joe sat a dyin'
The baby down the hall was cryin'
Somebody had a party goin' on
The fat boy you told tales to
Moved away the other day
strict instructions 
Not to fall for no seductions 
Daddy don't mind what daddy don't see 
Joe had no such orders 
Gonna try and cross the border
Don't look down when you cross
And pay no mind to time it's a punch line
The joke is on all of us

All these changes
Different stages
Turning page after
To see him walking by
He might not catch your eye - here's why
Not quite heaven-sent
Kinda Clark Kent - yeah, that's it
He's got the profile
yeah.
I cross the street, avoid the freeze -
A city's warmer by a couple degrees.
The smell of food. The smell of rain.
I'm not immune - I love this
know I felt this before

Marathon man, keeping pace, making time
Went so fast that I've got a runner's high
Can't come down before I cross the finish
Must have been late after noon
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out
And he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down
Hey music man, just play something cool
We love the sunshine to dance by the pool
Down with the crew known to pump up the bass
We rock the joint
on a big white horse
Send me down to Banbury Cross

It's OK Joe it's time to go
goin' to court now
I'm out doin' the world while my brother hold the fort down
He said, "Pace slit the wrist if the cross you"
When your hands are
Molly Be Damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
She's goin' to the bottom and she's goin' down the drain
Said she
Molly Be Damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
She's goin' to the bottom and she's goin' down the drain
Said she
drawn in by him
And I heard him call
Like a distant hymn

I retreated from the silence of my room
Stepping down the ancient stones washed with dawn
And you say Chi city, we don't stop naw we don't quit

I rap with the passion of Christ, nigga cross me
Took it outta space and niggas thought they
Must have been late after noon.
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out.
And he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down
Cruising down the street in my six-fo'
Jocking the freaks, clocking the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckle-heads out there, cold
the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush on
Lay down the competition, take
at the time
We would memorize every single bar of his rhymes
Summertime, kids is playin' in the park
I might just ride by, let 'em sprinkle the truck
Cruising down the street in my six four
Jockin' the freaks clocking the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold
enough to slow his whole train of thought down
So I just speeded the pace up more than enough for him to come around
I triple the words, when makin'
train of thought down
So I just speeded the pace up more than enough for him to come around
I triple the words, when makin the rhymes, whatever the rhythm
got me stressin down on my knees
its a risky life wit a fast pace
but where soldiers go when they get took away

(Only time will tell nigga
when we
Must have been late after noon.
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out.
And he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down
of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you
I saw the door and I looked through the entrance
Stare down night sky, dot pattern seeming endless
Broken friendship, dandy dog on leash
Door latch