Lyrics:
I been losing patience
For so long I been waiting
I need some shit to pop
Off by like Tuesday night
And by 9 on Wednesday morning
If I'm not huge,
man's got a code
Never hit children or women
And don't bring tings to your humble abode
He caught most of his bodies alone
Bodies in storage, bodies
empty
So he yelled, "oh, heck"
"Heck," said the rebel
Well, the Dean walked by
Just as that occurred
He said, "you can get expelled
For what I just
[Capleton]
King Shango and Rakaa getting hotta/
Getting in tacka/ Now the whole place locka/
Fya man seh bun dem, bun dem/ Mek wi bun dem,
Un dem/
a demon
The son of man came eating and drinking
And you said he is a friend of tax collectors
But what can I say about you?
You are like children in
where a new idea or an
old one in new form, is accepted by a minority,
while the majority is shouting treason,
rubbish, cook, communist, anarchist,
Slipped through cold fingers
The whiskey bottle fell
Ha-how-ya, mother
I leave you with your white man
I curse their church that tells us
That our
Chicago
Discovered by du Sable
A Black Frenchman
That I had to mention
Extensions of a young man livin' on a low end
47th and Michigan, lackin'
toy
Side by side, souls of kind, different world
Hearts of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War
Oh, place your bets boys, get up, get in time
Burn
shabu,
you'll note a poet, a man of words by tr
And yes, that's a refugee from an unnamed political
philosophy, come here to spread his message of joy
a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man of means by no means king of the road
Third boxcar midnight train destination Bangor Maine
Old worn out suit
All the years of hanging in there
And all the emptiness inside
And I thought of how their children
Have children of their own
And how a man
stop by police
Getting shot by police
Locked up by police
Man who now is policing these streets
Who knows
Man who now is policing these beats
It shows
Listen I'm a foreigner a different man from different lands
By God's plan I was formed from dirt, clay and sand
I demand my respect close
growth
But we—wait, where are all the children?
What do you mean you “don’t know”?
They were “sold”?
See, how we supposed to have faith in our vote when
killed by a man with a wife and an outstanding mortgage
Cos It's a strange thing to fight
In a war it’s alright
You could be killed by a man with
written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, you
she and her young man, they both moved out there
I sure hope they write, just to let us know
And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute
My wife's
written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, you
In a dark and misty house,
Where no Christian man has been,
Wicked Annabella mixes a brew
That no one's ever seen.
Relatives have passed her
Papa did the best a man could do
A child's reality is paid for by his folks
Fancy fairy tales are bought and sold by those
Who can well afford time
she and her young man, they both moved out there
I sure hope they write, just to let us know
And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute
My wife's
Black man at his best (We are great)
I'ma stand up in they chest, yeah
(Dubba-AA Flexin', David, Tell Em')
I had to learn
(Louie Bandz made anotha'
the world for the fat man
Children run this world for the rich man
Your sneakers made by kids in china
Dont buy condoms that's made in china
Blueface type
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