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The sun sets red with rage
White clouds float by
Like high cotton
Blank as an empty page
Blue is a color buried
Not forgotten

Sweet
Why don't you tell me
What do you need?
There is a blank page
For you

Give me the bones of
What you believe
Maybe they'll save you
From me
in the river
On an ordinary Sunday
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday

White, a blank page or canvas
His favorite, so many possibilities
won't be on page three
Or page four anymore

Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady
Ol' lady ol'lady

By the grace of God you had a son
He's
ended, still you're as blank a page
A page as white as your bones [repeat chorus]
need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever
need a seeing eye dog
Can't even find the page, I was writing this rhyme on
Oh, it's on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
backs and making cracks
About the fags in the bar
Radio boss dipping his nose in a little white packet
You put it out son and we'll all back it
Yeah
way,
We could make it work
Its a blank page,
When you're outta words.
Yeah its a flat line,
Its a heart attack
Yeah it's too far gone, to be shocked back
hillbilly, I've been called a redneck too
But I ain't backwards, dumb or poor, I'm just red, white and blue

Son of the New South, step-child to Uncle Sam
bit
And we cry a little bit
And we get by a little bit
Let your tears 
All come falling down

Put me on a big white steed
Ride it up and down
didn't obey, he said he made this cash
CRACK from the gun, Eligh lays in ash
Smash, it hits the front page quick
Now business is conducted by this fool
spilling on the page
Makes a little note, falls to sleep.

November's coat with black lapels
Dressed in a snow white shirt, ready for the grave
Prepares
thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back,
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
blank
The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggas be a father, you're killing your son
Six
lost and gone
Clipping pages from the news for the senators son
Well he just strolls through the lobby and glad hands everyone
Another day tossed
resurrections.
You’re father was a lover and he left you there;
Need of their attention.
You’ll fill this blank page with the brightest shame;
The death of all
woolie thai 
I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie 
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver 
My man put the battery in my back,
and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just
be flowin' by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars, scholars
Word life, peace to power and my whole unit
Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
Real
put on ya son 
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 

All the ol' school house fellows are crooks 
So I get jealous looks 
They keep thinkin did my hair
get them things put on ya son 
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks 
So I get jealous looks 
They keep thinkin'
put on ya son 
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 

All the ol' school house fellows are crooks 
So I get jealous looks 
They keep thinkin did my hair