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on June

I went off in '42 to fight those boys and pay my dues
Her wallet picture kept my spirits high
Charley boy died in my arms, he saw Jesus, I saw
Dressed in old torn grey rags
He tries to keep himself warm.
The icy white long beard
Dances in the hard winter storm.

His hands which once wielded
Well it's 6 am at the white house
And the sun's just about to break
Gonna go for a run with the C.I.A
And talk shop with my boys in Kuwait
We got
What's goin' down
Welcome to the world of a kid named Mikey
Who had only one reason to be hated by whitey
Raised on a farm outside of south bend
Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill

I dreamt I'd fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
Against an angry jealous foe by the name of Danny
What's goin' down
Welcome to the world of a kid named Mikey
Who had only one reason to be hated by whitey
Raised on a farm outside of south bend
pride, we stay alive, ready to ride

My heart go out to everybody at Ground Zero
Red, black, yellow, white and brown heroes
It's more complicated than
house surrounded by a pink fence on a hill
A black Cadillac a back filled with one hundred dollar bills
It's all good for nothing it's not what we are
should be baptized and say vows

A man of pride with the Hammer told new God
To build his house on own
And spoke loud of the Gods of their fathers
Not
and say vows

A man of pride with the Hammer told new God
To build his house on own
And spoke loud of the Gods of their fathers
Not too long time gone
with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed tight
she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
Handcuffed
thought she'd live with no arm
That's what it felt like, got to the hospital, eyes held tight
They moved her room to room-she could tell by the light
And you can believe whatever I shoot is coming off or coming out
And don't even try running out
'cause the 44 mag will leave you're ass by another house
Nightfall comes and the crickets scream
Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes
Cement lies and white picket dreams
The pain on his face is glistening
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
all the way to the white side
Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide
You may call it a past I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch
all the way to the white side
Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide
You may call it a past I call it haulin' my a**
Through that patch
Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to start
All
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
beauty like Cinderella's man
But I'm no Prince Charming I form my share a folk
Hanging my own self, bad decisions prepare the rope
Strangled by pride
and guns bring funds for the wicked ones

Not being a bum chum living by dumb dumb
Mind never shallow, pride never swallow
Live by the hollow, lead never
all the way to the white side
Okay there's a bright side a day that I might slide
You may call it a past I call it haulin' my ass
Through that patch
[Featuring cool Nick] 

I'm in the studio with my brotha 

The half Asiatic 

You know the fraction of black skin and a smidget of white
[Verse One]
Put the pedal to the metal let's turn it out
Let's show these motherfuckers what it's all about
Is it all about the pride all about