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the pocket of the people just so way we got another away to block up off all the evil
Man I hate seeing drug fiend families who in love with deep taste
can't be defeat
One blood family, we came here to eat
Murder! When I roll, you know I roll deep
My hand stay strong and you
Know we don't cheat
Trap for
strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin'
'Round here, heads don't act their age
You might be another dead bwoy pon page
strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin'
'Round here, heads don't act their age
You might be another dead bwoy pon page
strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke somethin'
'Round here, heads don't act their age
You might be another dead bwoy pon page
will find you there
When I come back
You will be here
Again
When we die
Will we find absolute freedom?
Are You My Dream Man?
Are you my dream man?
I
The walk's by faith
The lone wolf dies
How am I gonna follow you
With blue man ears
And snow blind eyes?
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
counsel?
Hear ye! Hear ye! I am here
To holler that I have hauled tons by which I don't mean lots
I mean tons of cowshit
And stood ankle deep in swales
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
you to travel with me
Oh, come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he reached the age of maturity, he
the tawny sunset, before the rise o' the moon,
When the road was a gipsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
you know the type to be smokin on a crack pipe
Man, you know what a goddamn basehead is like
Straight too the point the scenario is
Next time you
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
life
To make up for any strife
If you look closely deep in my eyes
You might see a few happy tears
From a man who never cries
Jesus helped me
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up
When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't
gal
It ain't wrong when you have a plan
Ise a zesser, so I don't care about no side man position (Alright then)
This ain't my style but this how it
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
in tight
Somebody banging on the door it just might be our time
Ma went to go look I followed stayed by her side
I can't let her go alone bout my mama
you're the example
Original sound our children sample
Drop gems by the handfuls
Your reaction to shit how you handle Yourself
Distortion an amp full, Build
down trees like a Category 5
Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunny Side
I could walk these streets if I was blind, nahmtawkinbout?
Yung Redd, take ya
Ooh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we travel to this
deep in this gang life to escape
World must be upside down if you see me draw my flag
Keepin' it up, first drill had a purple rag tied 'round my face
[Ludacris]
Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we
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