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from cold night,in the morning.
'Tis the morning of my life.

In the daytime I will meet you as before.
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
No skills to pay the bills
Even after I swallow my pills
I sold my bags, my jewels,
and my soul
I'm not the prisoner chained
by the past
My full
underneath I knew how much I'd hurt her
For I'd put teardrops in my mama's eyes

In my mama's eyes I've never done a wrong thing
I was still a baby in my
know you've got your own version of the truth
There's only three things left now I can do
Deny, deny, deny

Well I was allegedly dropped 
By a truck
Controlled by civil servants 
And people dressed in grey 
Got no privacy got no liberty 
'cause the twentieth century people 
Took it all away from me.
the first album to the second album Powerballin'
Everybody that had something to do with this album
Capitol Record I appreciate it
I also wanna say I got
*****Erasure Lyrics*****
*****Version 1.0*****
Albums and be-Sides
-Painstakingly compiled and transcribed by John Setlik
(mg498a03@canisius.bitnet)
piano, Fred Williams - drums
Chicago May 17, 1940
Album: 'Sugar Mama'
The Essential Recordings of Sonny Boy Williamson
Indigo Recording Ltd IGOCD 2014
By some trigger happy policeman,
Gotta keep a hold on my sanity
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want to die here.

My mama says she can't
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
Ever since I was on cripples Monday,
I've got my eyeballs on my knees.
I rapped for hours with mad Mary Williams,
She said she never understood
all mine
It was my version of the blues, dropping out schools
The crack epidemic had rap representing the rules
So I got in them shoes, tried 'em, wore
the blue skies, Mama got the breeze
Me I got my Mama's eyes, my Daddy's Buick keys.
Gonna do things my way now I finally got one.
Flyin' down the highway
Ever since I was on cripples Monday,
I've got my eyeballs on my knees.
I rapped for hours with mad Mary Williams,
She said she never understood
and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs

10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big
I just sit back like, look what I did
Den I bow my
nature and white by choice
And the sound of my voice makes your panties moist
'Cause I'm finger lickin' happy like a gay proctologist
So like a dyke with
to nothing,
That I had time for nothing,
Said I wasn't from the velars
Or the sellers by your gunman,
I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,
I'm sayin' this from my heart, that's how you know that it's true
Yo, I can't wait to be with you

[Christopher Williams:]
(Fresh Prince)
Girl I
the right time
My mama says, "Son, you can't fight the sunshine"

I did not go, here tonight
To be struck by your light
But here I stand in your ?
Should I
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
Ain't No Joke" track
For a second it ain't look good
Little tension buzzin' from Wyndanch to Brentwood
Misunderstood, all forgot by sixteen when I met
mistreated me
Lord, an she drove me from her do'
Now, that will be alright with me
Louisa, you have got to reap just what you sow, now

Now, Louisa, you know I
for forty acres and a mule

Anybody interrupt freedom, kill 'em
Word to Robert F. Williams, feel 'em
Devil got me sick to my stomach, boo
Word
baby)
Then my second album went plat too
And it was thug life with this Eazy tattoo
But I never forgot where I came from
Or where I got my name from