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Albums:

Chalk Mark in a Rain Storm (Joni Mitchell) · Chalk Mark in a Rain Storm (Joni Mitchell) · Vol. 22: Jammin' at Condon's (Eddie Condon) · Bixieland/Eddie Condon's Treasury of Jazz (Eddie Condon) · Jam Session: Coast to Coast/Jammin' at Condon's (Eddie Condon) · Jammin' a la Condon (Ed Polcer) · Eddie Condon [Timeless] (Eddie Condon) · Eddie Condon [Membran] (Eddie Condon) · Jammin' For Condon (Lino Patruno) · Eddie Condon & Friends (Eddie Condon) – and 90 other albums »


I can't enjoy the sunshine for the rain.

Hon., you know I'm always saying I'm sorry
But you stand by me through it all
Seems like every time I
it
I can't find the sunshine for the rain
And you know I'm always saying I'm sorry
But you stand by me through it all

Seems everytime I make my
apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon
With a microwave oven. "honey, how do it feel? "


Everybody:
Yeah
Ahhh

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Lord, have mercy
apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon
With a microwave oven. "honey, how do it feel? "


Everybody:
Yeah
Ahhh

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Lord, have mercy
fire and steel
Leaving nothing but ashes behind.

Valdemar:
Although we're bonded by blood
We're divided by the Lord's pride.
Dishonouring we will not
The world was dark and your only mark 
Was the light of the northern star 
I imagine what was in your eyes 
The seeds of rust and days gone by 
Your wings
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)

[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
John, he's kicking out the footlights
The Grand Ole Opry's got a brand new band
Lord, let me die with a hammer in my hand
I dream a highway back to you
the black and brown that got carried away
To the morg, when I look in the mirror I see the Lord


"Oh my God" [Scratched by TT]

[Tash]
Since niggas
Twisted blunts and inner conscience 

Telling me that I ain't shit 

No matter how much cash I sit with 

Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness 

My
conscience
Telling me that I ain't s***

No matter how much cash I sit with
Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness
My precious baby girl came like forty
smoke
Guided by the light, nigga keep your dark
Third eye sharp like a mothafuckin' hawk
Heart stay mellow like a fuckin' meadowlark
Better play smart
shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.
The poet
I know that life is calling out to you by your name
But don’t listen, resist it
Keep trying, don’t you stop for nothing
Just keep kicking, remember
homie, dodgin you bitches
Mobbin these switches, bouncin through the light in the rain
My niggaz mafia connected, spendin life in the game
No turnin back,