Lyrics:
a paradise as far as I can tell
You will get swallowed up
By the American folk tale
It will consume and spit you out
Or you can fall in line
The great
And the crowd wasn’t very forgiving
I guess that’s what you get watching a bunch of rich folks
Diss on a volunteer organization
Guadalupe told the story in
dreams
And all the love we had
We didn't know then how hard it was
Livin' on our own
I'd find her cryin' late at night
Talkin' to the folks back home
I
just heard my verses
Gettin' published by Zondervan
Interesting, Stephen Hawking surrounded
By these Simpletons
Or maybe Walts' surrounded
By Jesse
day it snowed real hard and she disappeared
I loved little Agnes Johnson
I met her at the old folks home
She'd call me up and say" hey Stephen
"So, you're going to leave the old home, Jim
Today you're going away
So, you're going among the city folks to dwell"
So spoke a kind old mother
on the stars on the Michelin
I need a whole movie trailer so people don't fuck with the boy out of Michigan
Two heads just bopping, followed by plenty more
Close call like em slidin home
My Kevin heart, Ice cube cold
But she ride along (Damn)
My Whole city like a foster home (Damn)
But Imma put the roster
a rusted Mustang feeding in the yard of Silvia King
I wondered at the nature of a man
As I raised some dust by Stephen Leon's land
Born to lead but bread
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
and I dreamed about those cotton fields at home
I dreamed about my mother
dear old Papa, Sister
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City,
And I dreamed about those cotton fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
Dear old papa, sister
Never fold
RSL that's the title we stick to the G code
We live by the same laws it'll never get old nigga
(Nah)
It'll never get old nigga
(And that's
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister and brother
And I dreamed about the girl that's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go
Wise ghosts of old town
Walk around without a sound
In traces they find home
They exist in ancient bones
Present never sleeps
On these streets
In
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
folks/Who couldn't fathom the half of it/
Surrounded by people/Used to respecting orders/
I'm from a hood that/Taught me check my corners/
‘Fore you get
far away
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy, and bright
By and by hard times knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky
the paper about people like me
Thought I'd outrun them by now but then back home
They always see everything that I see before me
The people back home tell
like a chump 'cause he got what they want (want)
He under thirty years old but already he's a pro
Designer trousers slung low 'cause his pockets stay
Money-go-round
You're back to Home Counties
You're blessed in Home Counties
The folks at the borders
Count sheep in their slumber
Yet there ain't many thatched
some Russian rifle weh me did hide weh
Mek we tek it to dem like inna di old days
Real pliers fi pop out toenails
12 gauge di real not old nails
High on a hilltop near your home
There stands a dilapidated old mansion
Some say the place is haunted
But you don't believe in such myths
One dark
since I lived like an orphan powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,
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