100x (Summertime)

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Tim Saunders

Tim Saunders is a Cornish language poet who also writes poetry and journalism in the Welsh, Irish, Breton and Cornish languages. He is resident in Cardiff but is of Cornish descent. He is a bard of the Gorseth Kernow, a literary historian and editor of 'The Wheel' – an anthology of modern poetry in Cornish 1850–1980. High Tide is a collection of his own poems in Cornish from the years 1974 to 1999. Tim's daughters, Gwenno and Ani Saunders, were formerly singers with the British indie pop girl group The Pipettes, with Gwenno also playing the keyboards, and are now solo artists. more »

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Some a make it to the summer, nigga, some a die
You only get one life, I'm having fun with mine 
You heard it once, then you heard the shit a hunnit times
They said you can't be sad in the summertime
Some a make it to the summer, nigga, some a die
Ain't gonna lie, this fucking year done made me wanna cry
A couple times, but I heard the shit a hunnit times 
They said you can't be sad in the summertime 

They said they want hear me rap again
So I got off my ass again
No, this shit ain't no accident
See they actually asked for this
Kick they ass with the assonance
See the aaah sound is assonance 
If you lost, go to class again 
Dropping jewels, I be dazzling
I ain't talking bout no decorations
I'm talking turning tragic times into a celebration
Punchlines, a lil tune, and some dedication
That's the recipe, to Ted DiBiase Jr. the game and leave my legacy
They just tryna sound deep on mic, Barry White
Flow so Borat, nigga I am very nice 
Every time you play me, more catches nigga, Jerry Rice
It's a different from a Shirley Temple and cherry Sprite 
In other words you very light, you Scary Spice, and now you going under 
Westbrook trade, I got no picks, I sent em to the Thunder
Train the rookies with my tapes when I'm done I
Feel like a draft pick, run the game in summer

Some a make it to the summer, nigga, some a die
You only get one life, I'm having fun with mine 
You heard it once, then you heard the shit a hunnit times
They said you can't be sad in the summertime
Some a make it to the summer, nigga, some a die
Ain't gonna lie, this fucking year done made me wanna cry
A couple times, but I heard the shit a hunnit times 
They said you can't be sad in the summertime

So imma put on my smile, till I ain't got no more left
And if you hope for my demise, I hope you holding ya breath 
You think you got a check or something, hope you know this is chess
You slow poke, the flow Hogan, boy I know this shit best
Nah the flow Joe Rogan, you get smoked at ya set
I'm Chappelle, you SNL cold open at best
It's mid-July and some nights I still don't get no rest
The shit I seen have anybody sane holding they chest 
Seeing ya father on floor, don't know if you gonna lose him
Til you feel him and he so stiff that you can barely move him
Scared confusion, no solution, ambulance and cops is cruising
Praying 2020 come, so I can get some resolution
My momma is my hero, man, she strong as strong could be
So I'll be strong for her cause she was always strong for me
I'm glad I got some real friends and some real fam
The sight of death made me wanna live while I still can

Some a make it to the summer, nigga, some a die
You only get one life, I'm having fun with mine 
You heard it once, then you heard the shit a hunnit times
They said you can't be sad in the summertime
Some a make it to the summer, nigga, some a die
Ain't gonna lie, this fucking year done made me wanna cry
A couple times, but I heard the shit a hunnit times 
They said you can't be sad in the summertime

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