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Of the Central Valley
I've never touched a pack of smokes
But holy smokes the awful air quality is killing the vibe
And people probably 
Fuck
The nights are still

Ballad for Americans

Paul Robeson

Ballad for Americans

1993

born.
Some birthday! 

Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat
And in a Richmond church he sat
And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath

churches, strip clubs and bowling lanes
Methodist and First Baptist, a small Lutheran church as well Gotta speak to the lord before headin' right straight

and cross your legs fold your hands
They tossing the whip I'm getting dirt on my pants perspiration from sweat glands
We've just came from church sir First

Seven stars carved into my skin
What's poppin'?
There's something much more to that
Death of Johnny Cochran
I walk through the Valley of Kings
Like

You could be livin' like a queen with a view of Central Park
Or begging for a dollar on Hollywood Boulevard
You could be sparklin' like a diamond

to ride around through south central with my vision blurred
Back then I was blind I couldn't see until I put 'em' first
Know I was already glorified before

celestial
Like elegy ancestral
Is a central astral liturgy
Sequestral
Stolen Petrol
In Retro Spectrum
Is a Ghetto welcome
To a fellow felon
With necro venom

the V (northside), got family in the Deep East (hunnids)
My Auntie from the Sucka Free, straight up out of HP
Church was on Clay street, vibing