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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
help me to live my life
I went from Jim Beam, to my bible
With Jesus and Bocephus, right there by my side

And I was cashing in, I was casting stones
I
Pick up your laundry, doctor's at ten
We're out of toothpaste, rehearsal (again)
Stop by the bank and cash my pay
These are the things I must get done
By jim carroll and steve linsley

You're passing,
I hear your shadow through the door
It's outlined on my shade
Like a map of some foreign shore
If I
lists

 Pick up your laundry, doctor's at ten
 We're out of toothpaste, rehearsal (again)
 Stop by the bank and cash my pay
 These are the things I
and the Santa Fe.
See the old smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.

Folks around these parts set the time of day
we can turn these things around
But if you don't believe your country should come before yourself
Ya can better serve your country, by living
tryin' times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
Three generations of fatherless women
We drownin' instead of swimmin'
This ain't what
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
when
I may not know where I'm goin'
But I sure know where I've been

The sheriff he just watches every move I make
And one of these days he's gonna
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
what I've been doing these days
Look in the mirror I see a clown's face
Gotta take it off, gotta get myself straight

Gonna be some changes, some
with my girl goes all my time
One of these days I'm gonna buy her a ring
And marry her - and everything, because

Nothing's too good for my baby
the day we meet up (With Jim Shapiro) THE HAMMER!

They got this little game that they play
Tellin you that you that you done somethin wrong
Then they
buy some buds"

It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
So crazy the way we get this cash (How we livin?)
Real hot up on these murderous blocks (blaatat blaatat)
Broad day bang bang I know you heard all
Now the concrete an' steel, they spread out like a plague
Consumin' the rivers, the mountains and the plains
Then one of these days, it'll all be gone
bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real
Big Jim
Perhaps my day of reckoning lies here

I said, "Please, please, I would dignify your wish
But when it comes to Heaven, I'm just a little bit
Educated, so I can bust off on they glasses
I wanna cum on your tongue and gums, all night
The bitch drink nuts by the pint

Drink it bitch!
All of these hoes
bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real
And I'm tryna fuck these tits on this bimbo fore I end it
See I'm off balance, and I just bought a half a gallon
Of Jim Beam cause it seems to cultivate
boiling
The food is spoiled, but that pot wit the rock is boiling
Same pot mommy cook wit, left the oil in

Come home wit me, where these bitches is
and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense

Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born