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There once was a man who lived down in the holler

He was working in the mines just trying to make a dollar

With his lungs full of coal smoke, for

They're crooks and killers the papers say and society drags 'em down
Calls 'em low-life scum no better than mud and they run 'em right out of town

And I

on a a break,courtleigh smoke from the London grass,white,red and gold,That shit sold,now my lungs are are blacker than coal,but my stress is Better,I like banana smoothies

on the same wave
Send lames to the grave
Light em up if they shady
Spark em up like some coal
If they want the smoke
We taking their breath
I'm a weapon

as clean as the blood on your sleeves

My legal advice is to cover your wings
They're black as coal, and I can see the smoke
Beginning to form, around them

how you want
What you make it, when you make it, how you make it

Coal mines suck dick, why'd you wanna make it fit?
In this society that cannot really

had a vision that was given like he'd ridden a coal train
something from the old days on a sunken stone stage
a place where jazz, funk and rock bands

you live your life on a different time
Society will draw the picket line
Hands up man down
Unaccomplished in his plans now
Dreams lay where the man

look like coal stains 
I was coasting when these ni**as thought i ghosted 
No stress man ah back strapped like a koste


Early in the morning when i wake

Reminders This dark enclosure has the feel of trapped
Coal miners Cold damp and woeful, lack of oxygen
Untrusting, like those who won't buy stocks again
When