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Black Ice

OutKast

Playlist: The Very Best of Goodie Mob

2013

a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns 
And greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood
Ain't a thing could

Turn grey skies blue, turn hope into truth
Yeah, somedays, sometimes all you can do is
Dream from small towns of big city lights
Turn a heartbreak into

anybody out there who's seein' it clear?
Democracy is gone, we're in Babylon here

Your blaspheming idols, your fallible gods
Though everyone’s bending

Please, please good people.  I am in haste.  Who lives
in that castle?
WOMAN:  No one live there.
ARTHUR:  Then who is your lord?
WOMAN:  We don't have

Hatin'

Lil' Boosie

Bad Azz

2006

Who's gonna take the pistol charges and everybody convicted
Been to 5 funerals in 3 months Lord knows that I miss 'em
I guess when I get old and grey

who foretold it all
Your '84 manual is now authoritative law
Big Brother spies in, and maps all of our thought crimes
As AI filters the truth from

building's so fucking hard for you?
It's something we're all born into
Enough is enough, too gray
It's black or white and sometimes black and blue
It's

Breakout
Asteroids, Galaxian, Donkey Kong
And Frogger
Games, all in a row, he steps more quickly
As if greeting old friends

This, I realize
Is a sort

calling
Immersed in a life gone wrong
And all hope is falling

Sometimes when it rains in the Springtime
A simple weed forms in the ground
But often

some nights are cold
The memories grow old
And I'm stuck in yesterday
What should I say

No one is in the bar
No whiskey, no jar
And I'm dreaming about

Happenstance (in between epiphanies)

I saw you tightroping horizons, 
You were standing there all blue and gray,
And i just hid my grin 
And gave my

that it takes two
We're in the grey but the skies are blue

Everyday struggle
Spend everyday humble
Younger I was wild
But I think I calmed down
Old

THE UNPATH

Oh I love the roads that lead to the north
Where the grey turns to green 
brown to blue
And I love the hues in the heather on hills
With

white folk state property choose one
Mandatory minimums buried our black sons
The power of drug even took Michael Jackson
Nobody spared even the man who

I'm standing on the 50 yard line
On the cold grey metal bleachers
Our old high school 
With the ghost of our old teachers
We flipped the tassel

feel it
Darling I'm sure that this is love, love, love

Your arms around my shoulders tso hold me
Grey-blue eyes, much passion to show me
sometimes I

Waiting For the Dawn

The Mowgli's

Waiting for the Dawn

the thoughts in my head, they are blue
They are purple, they are gold.
And though there may come a day where my hair it turns grey, 
but my soul, oh, my soul,

i'm playing truth or dare
Sometimes in life, you gon get kicked; who told you shit was fair?
Keep yo ten cents to yoself, i'm tryna get a mil
It's crazy

plaid,
Just put my ass in old blue jeans, you know they ain't so bad.

Now red's good luck in Shanghai but in Cape Town it is mourning
And orange is warm

on the horizon is covered by a clear blue sky. So deep and volumetric, it is mesmerizing in its purity. And if you look at it for a long time, it seems it could

decorations breaking up the neutral paint on the walls

The sleeve of a 60s album pressed in Waco is sung by the addicts, straight out of AA
A 3D Buddha scene

thread and iced over blue and grey from the cold.
(It's time to break off all those chains of old.)
But the gate holds, allowing entrance to the wind

Look at where you stand
Look at the ground
Look down
Look at who's holding your hand
Understand
That sometimes we have to fight to find a clearing in

was six years old
"Momma what's wrong, wake up, wake up! Why yo' forehead hot and yo' hands so cold?"
"Who all these people up in our room? Auntie