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the diving board [Pre-Chorus] Down by the swimming pool Putting bills in the soda machine Underneath the palm trees Lighting up the pinball Video screen with
was the sound I started lettin' off rounds, Lay the whole fuckin' room down I don't want to see Your Honor, Ratha' eat piranha from Benny Hana,
of empty rooms and broken frames and other people's stuff In my house we see by Christmas lights and your TV, and that seems to be enough To see what we
Make sure it's filmed, shown on national T.V. They'll have no mercy. A legal lynch mob like the days strung up from the tree. The L.A.P.D. Like
between the races He hold the rock, call for sweatshops Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops The highest bidder, no room for the quitter Game seven
for that busta shit By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit Lost more homies than a Iraq vet Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec Lost a few
do is hang out with the stars All they wanna do is get high like the moon Take a nigga back to the hotel room Sex, drugs, rap, roll, yeah we on it
now but it wasn't what he planned Injili, Injili We will sing with you Just like the T.V In Mr. Tembo's room Off the emphatic night He checked in
like the T.V In Mr. Tembo's room Off the emphatic night He checked in on his own At Mkombozi Inn and Made it his home Mr. Tembo is on his way up
Swimmin through the living room watching joni and chachi And then I realize I'm potsy trapped in the tv Sombody changed the channel and got the better
Well I see him on the TV Preachin' 'bout the promised land He tells me to believe in Jesus And steals the money from my hand Some say he was
a dark room lit by the tv light Through all the hard times in my life Those nights kept me alive We'd listen to the radio play all night Didn't want to go
A bomb went off this morning raining bodies on TV They are blaming the insurgents; they are blocking off the streets And the smoke is rising slowly
I like to be in america Ok by me in america Everything free in america For a small fee in america I like the city of san juan I know a boat
for that busta shit By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit Lost more homies than a Iraq vet Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec Lost a few
Will I see him on the tv Preachin bout the promised land He tells me to believe in jesus And steals the money from my hand Some say he was
As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all A working
between the races He hold the rock, call for sweatshops Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops The highest bidder, no room for the quitter Game seven
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map By then, No I was my main guy He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr We had came far together, with a long
There's yelling in the hallway I found refuge on a twin bed of his three star hotel I hear the laughter from the TV Static Rachel talks to Phoebe
Check in a room by myself And get used to watching TV and drinking alone Tonight I'm gonna fire up My old gettin' outa Dodge pickup Drive about 50 miles
when we left But when I got home and laid down to sleep That began the nightmare, on my street! It was burnin' in my room like an oven My bed soaked
In heaven worm souls flutter They flutter by with rosaries Dangling from their necks German shepherds guide by nightfall Little kinder Little kinder
FIVE HOMELESS PEOPLE Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are ringing Christmas bells are singing On TV - At saks SQUEEGIEMAN Honest
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