Lyrics:
I'm not pointin', snitchin', rattin'
Givin' a statement i'm the mind
Body and soul of this nigga you get mavin
I was raised by the PJ's, hung wit
I never thought there'd come a day that I would write this
I mean, how the f**k do you describe it
My uncle hung himself and my cousin had to find
And the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home?'
'Son, I don't know when
But we'll get together then
You know we'll have a good
it, and who mated
Was Jesus God-incarnated, or man-imaginated?
God said He made the earth, just by speakin', of us sleepin'
Even still He took
Too much goin' on at one time, I'm dumb high
Seen in the peripheral, he jump tryna run by
His man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun back
Piece
Put you fist high cause
Black Man King
Fist high cause
Black Man King
Fight the power now
Black Man King
Just fight the power now
Black Man King
Be
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open'd a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea
And once when there, and clambering
Mmmmm-mmmmm
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your right
Mmmmm-mmmmm
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
I's up this mornin'
Ah, blues walkin' like a man
Worried blues
Give me your right
rap is real, watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
on my love
She blew him a kiss and she hollered "Bravo"!
As he hung by his nose up above!
He floats thro' the air with the greatest of ease
helping
Guide the barefoot and the po' man
Guide the blue blood, all the humans
I lift my eyes up to the hills man
These fields and hills, Lord, all need
the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in new jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
in tune with his, well-heeled patrons
than with his hip-hopping friends.
"Who hooked you up man? Yo' momma?!"
[Aceyalone]
I wrote a poem the other
that no problem
Well make it three by the end of the day
You under estimate the pill
Ill show you a cheap thrill
Get hung
You tiny chode
Get Hung
Dick
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
The open sea was his play-ground
Ya the man at the wheel, kept an even keel
Always straight ahead never around
Well here's another story, from another time
beer that evening,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
Well Hey hey, the working man, the working man like me
I ain't never been
a little beer in a tavern
I'll cry a little bit of these workin' man blues.
Well, hey, hey, workin' man workin' man like me
I ain't never been
Hung I was on the windswept tree;
Nine full nights I hung,
Pierced by a spear, a pledge to the god,
To Odin, myself to myself,
On that tree which
I spend my days just mooning,
So sad and blue,
So sad and blue I spend my nights just mooning,
All over you (all over who?)
Oh I'm so full of love,
chewed
I'll be pink oh, I'll be pink oh
I'll be pink and you be blue
I'll be me and you be you
And we'll make purple
We'll make purple
We'll make purple
house
He's out of sight yet
Oh he's your mistreated lover
He's your black coated man
I've been raised by the criminals
Brought up by the blues
Been
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