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Blue Spoon/Spoon in London (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Blue Spoon/Spoon in London (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Needle and Thread (Agents of Good Roots) · Savoy Jam Party: The Savoy Sessions (Don Byas) · Put Your Needle Down (The Secret Sisters) · Put Your Needle Down (The Secret Sisters) · Needle (Born Ruffians) · Enter the Diamond Needle Dynasty (DJ Rectangle) · Put Your Needle Down (The Secret Sisters) · Needle in the Hay (Elliott Smith) – and 90 other albums »
never live to see the error of their ways One foot in the grave Ruled by the drugs they crave It all began as a need for kicks Now they'd sell their
gone on a bad trip Followed by a needle and a silver spoon Mama sat and cried and papa told us lies Said she'd be back real soon Suddenly the seasons
regardless, my guess They die for freedom, and they dyin' for martyrs, they blessed But some share needles in the pissy apartments, obsessed By thoughts
I can't see that, where them niggaz be at? Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at? (Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk
You know, this is James Brown I'm such a lover of people Because people did so much for me I'm a lover of all humanity, all of man kind And i
in the ghetto No one seems to hear your cry Brown skin, you know I love my brown skin Every day, I'm confronted with racism These motherfuckin'
and now he ain?t nowhere to be seen Break it down! Woodstock got eaten by the cat who lives next door Snoopy got neutered and now he ain?t Joe Cool no more
killing nothing will ever stop me from fucking murdering upheaving these human stockpiles of brown sediment extremely aroused by the sight of fucking pain
to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be
to hold it, I'm just holding it down Protect my neck and my crown, patrol throughout the town And they judging because my skin color is brown And for
kegs True, I'm blue, the smith can't stick to doo-doo Yo Chino we needle we brown with the King Crown Rockin underground bound, and pullin girls
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco Filet mignon with my food stamps Car cosigned by my mama Medical card from Obama Background check for
me white and then try to hate When I wasn't white enough to use your pool when I was 8 Stone Mountain you raised me well I'm stared at by Confederates
circumcision And things could get more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous