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Between Martin and me.

He is a good friend,
And he has his own voice.
And you get what you give,
Sometimes it's just noise.
But if you treat him well
Martin
This thing it never could be
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, the salt sea.
For to maintain my two brothers and me

Come lower
Martin
This thing it never could be
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, the salt sea.
For to maintain my two brothers and me

Come lower
a brother like Martin
It was worth it with a brother like him

We used to nick motors for a joyride
Till we rammed a Black Maria in this XJ6
To give
down the freeway
Just me and my baby
In our ride
Just me and my boss
No worries at all
Listening to the
Aston Martin music, music

Uh,
Would've
the freeway
Just me and my baby
In our ride
Just me and my boss
No worries at all
Listening to the
Aston Martin music, music

Uh,
Would've came back for you
I
breed like rabbits 
Police oppression? You can have it, sir! 
Just give me your vote 
Put your cross in the box 

Hello, we've got our first caller.
Stand it on up, oh Lord,
Want to walk it on down, 
Shed a little light, oh Lord.

Can't get no light from the dollar bill, 
Don't give me no light
with lies
Observing the people working so hard
Doing whatever it takes to get by
Then I look at myself and realize
That I was put here for a reason
go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.

The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all three;
That he should turn robber all
'Cause I’m a microphone fiend, give me the bass
Give me the beat, and let me lean, tap the vein, let it stream
Feel the pain, Young Martin Luther King,
Michael Martin Murphey

From my window shadows of the buildings in the night
Run like a river, broken only by city lights
Running like a thousand
(By Tracey Bryn & Martin Brett)

He's walking slowly - he is in no hurry
He is walking to the slaughter of the hell that's called routine
She arises
Old gray fence, tar chip road
Martin's creek, almost home
Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge
Around the bend up on the ridge
There's Thompson's
up this old Martin box and go and join some band
But I guess I'll just stay right here just pick and sing a while
Try to make me a little change
to make me a little change and give them folks a smile
realer than a documentary
Shit I be feeling like real niggas don't make it to fifty
And I be feeling Malcolm, Martin, and Pac would defend me
I focus
and Cosby
I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney
The difference is I give it everything inside me
Dear diary, the fans still swear by me
Even though I'm
make it
Watch me make it
Watch me make it
I`m gonna make it

I am somebody, yeah
You are somebody

Old Martin was somebody
Before he ever
Sam Cooke singing
Bring it on home to me
From your love I can be free
I remember Elvis Presley and the blues suede shoes
Lord they give me the blues
There are people in this town
That try to put me down

They say I don't give a damn
But the people in this town
That try to put me down
Are
the freeway
Just me and my baby
In our ride
Just me and my boss
No worries at all
Listening to the
Aston Martin music, music

Uh,
Would've came back for you
I
down the freeway
Just me and my baby
In our ride
Just me and my boss
No worries at all
Listening to the
Aston Martin music, music

Uh,
Would've
Luther King, you like Rodney
The difference is I give it everything inside me
Dear diary, the fans still swear by me
Even though I'm Late Night now
up higher
Where no decent soul could miss it
It was ten degrees or colder
Down by bolder dam that day
He was raised up in Milwaukee
Though he