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(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet
And hope my words will carry home to your heart
Tom T Hall is forty now and so is Bobby Bare
Willie Nelson's gettin' grey and Faron Young don't care
But the young ones keep on coming on the old
You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}
(BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light)
[Crisis (RZA)]
Eh-yo, it's
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel 

Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo 

Scared your ass, you jumped
And a fine young man armed with a wedding band
Stealing her heart away
But when the "I Do's" done and the songs are sung
And she finally gets to kiss
and Suede
And naturally I go to the occasional rave
But when I was young it was Wizzard and Slade

Oh, this record is sponsored by Pepsi
I've taken three e's
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public
Flyin' through, I got a young 'Yonce with a Iggy on her
Me and Metro do the same
keep my bird on the job yo
You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals)
Ed Mann (vibes, marimba, electronic percussion)
Walt Fowler (trumpet, flugel horn, synthesizer)
Bruce Fowler (trombone)
bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door 
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
breeze, heart so cold
Step up to the plate, where your money at?
Bobby Brown on cake with a hundred packs
New editions, Lisa Lisa
We were secret lovers, had
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
about April
So she chose to March, Ha
Damn another broken heart
I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's ark
I got a seven on me
I call my dro' Lamar
that. Ma, we been through that)

Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your
chasing after currency and accumulating green
With the heart of a lion, I'm on the grind like a dope feign
I've got the street smarts of Avon Barksdale
Like no problemo
Until I heard kiddies
Who dissin' on they demos
Not just that
Go on the net
Phat Fam dissed by Bobby
Little sick kid
Who surf porn
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride,
I come from the heart of southside (yea)
Holdin' it down for my niggas that
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah it's
that. Ma, we been through that)

Girl, that was a one night fling
You was turned on by the moonshine and the sunlight bling
You kept licking your
a Rolls
Nigga think we just 'bout rapping bitch but dope is getting sold
I'm a young, hot street flame, deep up in the d-game
Smokin' bro, slammin'