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close to you
For maybe I am just a sentimental guy whose heart believes as time goes by
You'll come to me with misty eyes

Filled with love for I
Dad, what was Nigel supposed to do with your body?
A life that I will never understand
Whose false teeth were gently pushed back into your mouth by
money be,
All my hard-earned pay?
What am I going to do now?
I got my bills to pay.

You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me
Because I (never, never, never felt such a thrill),
And I(never, never, never felt this way upto),
Woah (kiss me, kiss me, kiss me can get my bill
[Bushwick Bill]
It's Bushwick Bill, I be that motherfuckin nigga
Four foot two, a couple of inches and I'm steady gettin bigger
Straight from
drains the blood from my head I do, I do
And who accepts me as I am I do, I do

Relationships are a tool that can fuel the facade over my disguise
I am a lover whose never been kissed.
Am I?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist.
Am I?
If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed.
How do I

Yeah, and I am as I was 
Sick with mercy and love
Well I’m sorry enough
I was hardwired

So baby sit by the still
Drink up your fill
Uh huh, well the name is Latifah, you hear me coming through
the spreaker.  Hit it Mark, 45 king

I am a bill, yes I'm only a bill when
It's time
've never kissed
He may die tonight
And why do I want to ride with
The prince whose alleged horse is white?
Because when we ride together
Our lives are
Because of who's in his bed?
By who will we be led?
From whose hand will we be fed?
All the lies by the lying liars who said
?We'll be fine, it's okay,
Because of who's in his bed?
By who will we be led?
From whose hand will we be fed?
All the lies by the lying liars who said
?We'll be fine, it's okay,
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone

[ Bushwick Bill ]
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
- skin
NOW! shall I flee or shall I try to follow?
Are my conditions wise enough to win?
Or are the idol's eyes adoring me because I am as weak
What is my life going to be?
Four years of college and plenty of knowledge
Have earned me this useless degree
I can't pay the bills yet 'cause I
having been inadvertantly papered over by a bleary eyed bill poster
sometime before dawn

eventually i muster the energy to extricate myself from my
And though the road beckons once more
I see the damage that I've done
In search for redemption
But I am just a broken man
Whose souls cries out
the brain of mr. clown
Lock me up because I'm ill
Keep me that way cause it pays the bills
A burden to all I live in shame
Left to rot by the very same game
what am I supposed to do
When the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain't
But know I'm accustomed to
Just a couple that look for trouble
I'm so, hidden and you're never gonna see
I'm cold, forgiven all because of my beliefs
I'm no, body that you ever want to be
Cause I know that
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea
A great high Priest whose Name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me
My name is
Three days of snow out in Birmingham
Thought you would wonder where I am
Called up your number all night long
No consolations on the telephone
I love myself
I love what I am
I love who I is
I love Weezy
Lil girl your man your damn kids love Weezy
You gotta love the nigga just because
I am your clock
I am your religion
I am your shotgun mechanical bride
Nothing is done without my approval

I own you
I decide how long you
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood

What's understood ain't gotta be explained