Lyrics:
The place she called home was high on a hill
Way up in a big house under the trees
Days in the sun, she's seen by the river
Reading a book
built when I was 8
how many times did we sing along with that old Jim Croce tape
its funny how all these little things
remind me who I want to be
and I
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
Oh you who hail from Ontario
Know the tale of the Donnelly's Oh
Died at the hands of a mob that night
Every child and man by the oil torch
Oh you who hail from Ontario
Know the tale of the Donnelly's Oh
Died at the hands of a mob that night
Every child and man by the oil torch
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
foreign jutsu (Kaiii)
Dashiki It's true blue
Do you niggas like Mbutu
Pull up with the Smith Juju
Now the sirens going wouu wouuu
Everyday they lying for
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
Who the hell are you?
I will deliver
'Cos I'm your Reverend Charisma
And by
on
Cause round here lately, no one calls me baby, but I keep good company
With Evan, Jack, and Jim filled up to the brim, yeah, it's hard to feel lonely
I
the middle of the ocean
And I dunno where the boat is
All on my lonesome
Just going with the motions
Really living in the moment
But it look a scary
the killas in blue start me
Wake up again I'm a DJ Clue party
With Diddy and Jim Jones, Juele and Rick Ross,
Cat Fay, Trey Songz and Drake this is boss
Amazing
the killas in blue start me
Wake up again I'm a DJ Clue party
With Diddy and Jim Jones, Juele and Rick Ross,
Cat Fay, Trey Songz and Drake this is boss
Amazing
appearance
But how would you know I had the mask for concealment
Unknown by the simpletons rock rhythms and hit them with the vision
I was given in my younger
Couldn’t find a job
Not even a restroom to use
Talkin’ ‘bout that Jim Crow –
Jim Crow blues
Well, John wrote a book, “Black Like Me”
Mighta heard about it
morning/ with a bottle full Jim, or sippin on a forty/ gotta my momma talkin shit cuz I’m always gettin loaded/ but I’d do it all again cause I’m living for
slow dancing with this whiskey
Lord I swear to god I've never been enamored by Allah
Y'all thugging with the law
Finn Balor looking demons that final cop
Traditonal arrangement by
Auldridge, Gaudreau, Coleman and Klein
© 1993 AGCK Music/ Mountainside Music (BMI)
Well I woke up early with those
Though I walk through the valley, they know
That's a different text
In the gym with the Jim Crowe
That's a different flex
Whether black, white, or red
turned two
Yet that's the year Ida B. Wells Barnett was born
Born to rebel and fight for those caught in the net that Jim Crow set, or should I say
Noose
you share it with someone else
There's a difference in living and living well
My days are brighter
My sky a deeper blue
My nights are sweeter
know it flows by my door
And I'm living
(next door to the blues)
Yes I'm living
(next door to the blues)
And after all I've been through
I've had
slept adjacent, laid there in waiting
Separated by hospital blinds
Little did we know a process had been initiated
Halted, then resolved with adoption
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
There was no love for us (nope)
So we did what we did just to make a buck played around we're fucking nuts (crazy)
Hope them
[Chorus: Baby + Jazze Pha]
I keep my rims, On the rocks
I keep my jims', On the rocks
I keep my drink, On the rocks
That's how I'm living, "My
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