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can't make it at the cotton mill

Saturday night you go to Harlan town
You shoot some pool and you fool around
You watch the girls and you drink bootleg
And find someone else

I'm not the only fool
Stop breaking the rule
Things you did to me
Puts you in misery

Stop going around, blaming yourself
To what the consequence might be
I really wouldn't be surprised
If you were trying to find another me

The other me would rather be the glad
a fucking hit
Send a nigga home full clip,
traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some hyenas
Bought a AK like this
We can make a brand new start  (Open up your heart)
Please don't cry
Just go out and find yourself another guy
Sad girl  
Hold your head up
this fly mini-skirt
I had to dis her quick before she greeted
Come on baby I'm working, beat it
Come on I'm busy, just go away
Gotta find out who
talkin’ Jay, I ain’t talkin’ Bey
I’m talkin’ days we got school watchin’ movie screens
And spike yourself esteem
The new James Bond gon’ be black as me
I have realized with no one 
Else I'd rather be 
But then I know that you have 
Found yourself somebody new 
Hope I could find you in another
On the road we get phone calls breaking our hearts
When they find someone we love in the trunk of a car
Nothing you can do. Just another sad
kiss this guy goodbye

The only rule: There are no rules
Just let yourself tune in
Use your vision to fool the fools
Then you're crooning
Your own
to check yourself
Cause if they find you out they'll
Drop your ass on the damn shelf
Just another corporate tool
Gonna show you why it pays to be genuine
Come back with the same look in your eyes!
Everything, we want, we find in each other. 
We would be fools to let love slip away. 
Everything's so
walking 'cross the tracks,
Maybe you'll beg me to take you back.
Maybe someday you'll find out everybody's somebody's fool,
Maybe then you'll realize
and round you go
Where you get off, only we'll know
You find yourself in a cold room of glass
Signs of counless children, reflections past
Things you knew

Some people live with the fear of a touch 
And the anger of having been a fool 
They will not listen to anyone 
So nobody tells them a lie
Some people stay far away from the door
If there's a chance of it opening up
They hear a voice in the hall outside
And hope that it just passes by
too late but baby I'm on it
Can't worry bout, what a nigga think now see 
That's Liberation and baby I want it
Can't worry bout, what another nigga
other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got
And so far from satisfaction

Dora says, "Have children!"
Mama and Betsy say-"Find yourself a charity."
Help the needy and the crippled or put
one of me.
Now the immature imitations taken from originations;
Made by tracin', and a little arrangin'.
So perform, if ya still ain't warm; maybe
you that it's mo'to me then fuckin on my mind
'cause in yo mind I bet you fuckin all the time
Come to find you only out tryin to go to school
And tryna
Can't get too close to you 
Or you will cut them down 

And any fool can play 
I'll raise the stakes with another turn 
We risk, we roll and we burn
But when he gets out I think you better watch your back
I said now when he gets out I think you better watch your back
You might find yourself
the laughter we exhibited 
Is it lying by the wayside where it fell 
When did we became inhibited 
Be yourself my comic angel 

You can be the captain 
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is