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Look what Jim Crow's done and gone
Went and changed his name
Don't know what he's going by these days
But he's still actin' the same
You can call
can't even drink it
Well, maybe by Christmas they'll dig up the roads
Take whatever you can, girl
Leave the rest for the crows
Leave the rest for
That old crow came back today
Sitting in my window like a prophet
Out on the fire escape, to say
Anger is just love, left out, gone to vinegar
wanting to die out here
Without you

The hurting never ends
Like birthdays and old friends
We forget what is flesh blood and bone is human
Turning
with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G

The life I lead
The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped
with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G

The life I lead
The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped
the sky, 
Completely disappearing behind each bar.
Then a helicopter flew by. 

"Say hi to Earl and Edith. 
Tell'em I'm doing fine. 
Tell'em you're old
defend it now yuh know
Mi just decide fi rub out from old dog to crow
Chat bout machine yuh tink a same ting mi sew

Guns dem save up from it nah Vietnam
Searchin' for another out (Old wounds get infected by the)
Found a tunnel heading down (Heat of an oven gone cold too long)
Suddenly I hear the sound (Get
but let the dashboard glow
I try not to reminisce, 'cause many of these memories ain't got no kind of benefits
It's the same old lick, you can paint
and under siege
Itchy middle fingers triple lindy out of the ugly tree
Snap, Crack, show him to the closest blooming Onion
Reclusive Koopas moving out
casually evolve into the visage of a serpent

Left home and acquired a slow twitch
From working all night by the light of an old fridge
Might be the lone
tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right
homeboy, there's any static?
Do we have to draw joints and get dramatic?
Or can we cool and be jolly old chaps
Or break loose, pull out guns and bust caps?
now, not tomorrow or the next day) 

They called the wise old medicine man who shuffled up and said
"I'm levying a winkle tax one winkle each per
the difference by joining
Some organization or some movement
Let me explain the powers that be
Are families of power with old money
Unfortunately on their
tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left and right
on analog sounds  pounds of rocket tars 

Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine  better than Octo 

Although created by the master genius 

You seen
with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G

The life I lead
The average nigga would have broke down a long time ago
Try to bang in a show and get slumped
Kiss the good times goodbye, oh yeah,
Kiss the good times goodbye.'

[Part II. Grandpa's Old Cough Medicine]

I need a timeout, I need an escape
at shows and I cringe every time it's on the radio
And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
And all the medicine you fed us
And how I just wanted you
at shows and I cringe every time it's on the radio
And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
And all the medicine you fed us
And how I just wanted you
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
the old to the new.

[2nd man]
That's gonna bring us back. Bring us back.

[1st man]
That's gonna bring us back, you know. So yo, let's go work
just keep makin' them tired old threads
A little bit like the boy you cried wolf, yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
'Cause you know that