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Me and Keith at the bar, do they know who we are? 

Apparently, because all the drinks are free 

It's "Our house, in the middle of our street"
this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell
I paint
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was two
Grew up two little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda
Every single day
I'm waiting by my phone
Since you've gone away
It's lonely sleeping on my own
Out of luck
We had a lover's rot
Like so many
better be ready 'cause I'm pickin' you up
With a full moon shinin' and a little bit a' luck
We'll run outta gas and maybe get stuck

We can get lost, baby,
dead but they'll remember, 
They're touched by out lives. 

Oh we'll burn all their retinas, 
With our patience and our tolerance, 
Will kick
the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs
But we hate jobs in general 
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes
We
Where would we be without the sand and the sea?
Without a little help from the birds and the bees?
My family tree depends on the future of a plea,
our ground on Tornado Alley
Old ones talk about the one is 43
It blew through town unexpectedly

A little girl found cryin' down by the mill run
plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was 2
Grew up 2 little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda ripened
all the trouble we've seen
But we'll pull ourselves together
It's the two of us now, of course, baby makes three

A little luck, an even break
Was only fifteen should've been a beauty queen
See here cryin' by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'Cause even though
And the world goes just a little more insane
I got problems of my own, tryin' to keep my house and home
And I sure could stand some cheerful news again
My
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
Words and music by John Kay

Good evening one and all, this is channel 24
Bringing you the latest news around the world
Down in Florida today,
(Why do we have to cross over?)
(Why are niggas always crossing over, huh?)
(I mean, what's the matter?)
(They can accept our music as long
caring children siobhan and marie
A grand little grandchild to bounce on my knee
They're a fine testimonial to all that was right
In keeping our candle
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
police, we police our own hood
Brownsville, Queensbridge, move around like wolves
Can't forget, Gates Ave., taking a cab
Up late in the lab, I'm finished,
the pack?
We for shack ship, you know laugh it off
Years just blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had
then go see Yolanda

I'm on the red carpet and they ask who designed this
I'm gonna give a shout out to Bay Area's finest
All on our own, we survive this
snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

[Scarface]
He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
Had the whole