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a blackbird
God came in, aiming like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God
His shit is smashed Pa
You handle this just like algebra
UFO spot 'em
flowing like a blackbird
God came in, aiming like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God
His shit is smashed Pa
You handle this just like
doing,
Her husband terry, and your grandchildren.
Think of Edward, who's still at college,
You send him letters, which he doesn't acknowledge.
cause he
Terry Bradshaw
Out in Cali they jungle talk like Madagascar
Redman raw, still here nigga
More Fresh than the Prince in Bel-Air nigga
Like O.D.B. I
He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter
He's still working on me
To make me what I need to be
It took him just a week to make the moon and stars
The sun and the earth and Jupiter
he should decease well then please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

[Layzie]
God bless you working on a plan to Heaven
well then please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

God bless you working on a plan to heaven
Follow the lord all
all
From daylight to dusk we've been a working in the dust
Picking cotton working side by side
Now I can't forget yes I remember yet the way dad
cruel
Poor hard done by you
So tell me that I'm blind
To let my heart go rule my mind
It's cruel
Poor hard done by you

Well I've been working
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand. 
Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he never
(Little Rosa was her name and still I cry in vain
My world won't be the same since she's gone from me)

I have gone to visit the grave of a friend
Just twenty short years from the day you were born, you died by the hangman's hand.

Yes, they're hanging Joe Bean this morning, for a shooting that he
while he lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say,
Lil Lazy came to me told me if he should decease
Well then please bury me by my
and white is white
That Superman and Robin Hood
Are still alive in Hollywood
That gasoline's in short supply
The rising cost of getting by.

But I believe in
while he lay
When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say,
Lil Lazy came to me told me if he should decease
Well then please bury me by my
on with you and me
Is a good thing
It's true, I believe in you

I don't believe virginity
Is as common as it used to be
In working days and sleeping
(Little Rosa was her name and still I cry in vain
My world won't be the same since she's gone from me)

I have gone to visit the grave of a friend
Republicans changed the lock on heaven's door
Keys to the kingdom don't fill no more
The poor working man like me and you
If we ain't got money we
and white is white
That Superman and Robin Hood
Are still alive in Hollywood
That gasoline's in short supply
The rising cost of getting by.

But I believe in
any too clean

I put on my brakes
And I opened my door
I could tell he was a bum
By the muddy boot he wore
He said I'm going down to Haskell
Got
well then please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

God bless you working on a plan to heaven
Follow the lord all
all of his life
So don't take it for granted say grandfather's immigrant eyes

Now he rocks and stares out the window
But his eyes are still just
to seeing you go in the morning
And even supper by myself

Now this Hollywood producer has offered you the world
He lets you drive his sporty new Camaro