Lyrics:
Parades through the streets of the river town
With a shockingly small entourage,
A weeping contingent of sobbing old union men
Dutifully follow
you know
Now, now you know
Look at all these people in the credits
We had to pay 'em all
Now you know
Now you know
Now, now you know
Oh, hey I
born
Weather is never cold, hearts are never warm
The gang capital, night time injection
Cut life is lethal
And daytime is a sunny place for shady people
for cash and I been robbed on a credit
Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was
and the Union's back on strike
[Chorus]
Mother Street gotta help me get back up on my feet
Mother Street gotta find me some fine people to meet
seasons
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
for cash and I been robbed on a credit
Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was
times
And I got hijacked and been robbed for cash and robbed
On credit.
Worked my way into jail and outta jail and I woke up
A lotta mornings and I
in Miami water got shit federal
Time for that ass
I rather go to Little Haiti
Buy some bricks and then stash it
Head back north
Cross 8 line to become
yes that's me!
What's my name? A.C.E!
Again and again
The world goes round
Loyalty is royalty
Set to be the new Prince in town
We got people
Pulling
Missing people, congress debating,expanding credit Democratic,Republican,institution critic,
while he himself grew feeble
Yes Davey Kutook died a saint and a credit to his people
Davey Kutook died a saint and a credit to his people
Lost up in
might be a problem, you better call some back-up
Fuck a credit card, can't go to Western Union
Use the ATM, or just keep it movin'
Ain't nobody chasin'
about Good and Evil, hatred between my people
Every morning waking up to a playground full of needles
Older kids talking 'bout making deals by the kilos
is lost
Not with standing chance
It's lost
Is it in?
Or is it out?
Help me find it when I shout
Afraid of prompted unions
Organizing assemblies
solved by the abolition of MUSIC, chances are that most
people would believe him and think that the illegalization of this obnoxious form of
noise
while he himself grew feeble||Yes Davey Kootook died a saint and a credit to his people|Davey Kootook died a saint and a credit to his people||Lost up in
pleadin'
Breathin' slowin', people screamin'
Camera catchin' the gaze of a demon
Who says back up or his team'll beat them
Who could defeat them? unions keep
diversity
So I decided to start up my own company
My folks work ten hour days for fifteen an hour
So when they talk about Unions I get a little bit sour
Seems
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
back in 'cause sleep ain't gonna pay the rent
Ohh day to day they got you working like a slave
Taking credit for the work you gave
And stealing your
negotiated
Over language, hairstyle, and clothes, no one has to be infuriated
As long as people are giving credit
It may sound cliché but ain't no place like
and I ain't Gotta pay it back
COVID methods class in session
Show me where ya credits at
Western union
I'm sending money to myself Everyday
PMO
Guaranteed
down many people looked down on me
steady hustling we praying for credit alert
mama the mama mix the rice and sallad
things fall apart na just bread
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