Lyrics:
Just a young man
By an old road
By the route he chose
An ancient song
In an old tongue
For this man was sung
Oh I'm carrying a heavy load
Just a young man
By an old road
By the route he chose
An ancient song
In an old tongue
For this man was sung
Oh I'm carrying a heavy load
Can't go
conference
With the ad man's expertise
The majority by their silence
Shall pay for days like these
The right to build communities
Is back behind closed
Skinny young man
With born again eyes
And a Jesus tattoo on his arm
Leans on the wall
While the traffic goes by
The gas-mart at Fairview
And I'm the only thing that's living in this ghost town
Except for the clouds
And man, they're coming down
If I knew my way around by now, I'd be bound for
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
dreams
Consumed by his ambition he soon left her at home
With a promise and an empty house and too much time alone
Her boredom turned to drinking
Ayy (oh)
Man, being a mom sucks ass (but I love it, hell yeah) (sucks ass)
I can't do shit anymore, I'm fuckin' bored
I got no life, oh, no life
and my own at home
Why do you tell MC's stories? (Tell me)
Make the next one interesting for me (tell me)
Speak on me but that man raps poorly
I'm his
Runnin' drug, by the bar, eyes real low
Too much pent up, feelin' like I'm bout to overdose
Man, this shit so cold
I don't want no fake bitch, ain't tryna
always planned, so salute, to ya troop
Tribute from your man Billy Danz I love you
When we get there you won't be alone, when I'm dead and gone
Yo,
I don't need ya, I don't need ya, darling
You think I'm sitting by the phone
And waiting for your call and
I know you think I'm broken hearted
But I
of the road
Gettin' harassed by po-po's
Bucktown
Home of my be -see-see
And everybody that I roll with, the family
Boot Camp's the way of life for a loner like
digits and a later date, I'll fuck with you some more
Meanwhile rollin' on chrome, every lil' mama
I run into wanna take me home
Tryna' give 'em all
You tell of man who took a hundred dollars
Spent it on lottery tickets and beer.
Won a couple of million, left his wife and children.
Lived
I'm the street lights that guide you home, I'll be the G.P.S. when you've lost your phone, I'll be the song that's rockin' into your headphones, I'll
Yeah, OP yeah, ok
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I'm the one to beat
One-three-three-seven, I'm among elite
S-o-l-o, I don't need a feat
I'm OP, man, I don't need
feet
In her heart is love but I'm the only mortal man
Who's allowed to kiss my Marianne
Don't rush me
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain
You'll
probably hate me
She used to threaten she had a man to replace me
She talk that shit, I just hit the escape key
And then she get mad and wanna go and erase
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
your face
And cover up the tattoo by the waist
Let the "MC Serch" 'til I reach "3rd Base"
And when I get home I'ma hit home plate
Wait, could this be
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
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