Lyrics:
broke
He compiled a triple decker collection
Of songs from his records
Released as the Smithsonian Anthology
Of American folk
"On Monday morning just
spit it for the lords, and the for the folks
and for the crips and for the bloods
Im like an american dream
Role to the green, with the souls
music
"I got started in music through
School funded projects some folks
Came to our hood and essentially
"adopted" me and some
Other kids - we were given
entrepreneur with proven success
Measurable success in music, media, sports
Business, law, and politics, still finds he
Must explain basic facts
About American
an American music anthology
It sounds fun
They tore my skirt, then
Stuck it on the walls at PS 1
I took a plane
I took a train
(Ah, who cares, you
folks flat broke an’ feelin’ stuck
That’s why I buy American… to share my own good luck
When I buy things I buy American
It makes me feel right when I do
should be on the radio
And not just in the
African-American Norton Anthology
Will Barnes and Noble harm the global?
Will Amazon Com be round
When
Being here in America doesn't make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you
learning
Staring at a library of experiences
Anthologies of communal anthropology
The study of the folks here and after
Sandwiched between generations
Gems
Back when old school was mainstream
Radio was always clean
People read their news there in ink
When steel guitar was on everything
Folks lined up
folks from
Down in the bottoms where they broke some
Whips cross a nigga back, way back
And now they wonder why we act, how we act
Gold teeth and heavy
of your music, believe it or not. And I, I, ah, respect you as a true original and a tremendously talented musician.
Spider: Ooh, wait a minute!
music, believe it or not -
And I, I ah respect you as a true original and,
And ah tremendously talented musician.
Wait a minute!
Maybe I could make a good
of the music industry encourage
Me to change the walk
Of my songs when I write
From the deepest part of
My heart, my advisers say, I remind
People too much
the guns in the streets
On the American tree of musical roots
Each branch bears a different fruit
Music runs in the blood of our family
In music
of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game
There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used
of a morning
All spick and span
To the Temple of Music
By the Tower of Light
At the Pan-American Exposition
In Buffalo
In Buffalo
Saw Bill McKinley
blow itself out
What rises in its place is going to be the wind of thought control
Bad guys win folks!
You know I don't always play a lot of music
rises in its place is going to be the wind of thought control
Bad guys win folks!
You know I don't always play a lot of music on the show, as most
Aerosmith and Copenhagen dip
I like my country music with
Some rock n' roll grip
Been known to burn one down
With all my friends
I love the sound of a Harley
poems
The shout outs, the poems I wrote to be significant
Folk like Rogers, folk like Tins, folk that'll never hear the music till it's radio
sleeping up very much for this
No brake this car is broke
Y'all acting like y'all woke
Y'all ain't that type of folk
I been releasing music in bulk
Y'all
my music, can't forget days I was a stranger
Now I wipe my ass on beats and let them dry on the hanger
Soul glow in the dark like neon, tryna make
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"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
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