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No use to say
That I was born here
In a small red house on the river
Connecticut river
In winter we'd walk by the river
It's strip of Listerine
Blue

is today

The tailgating, not me, not me
The Connecticut River
With some of the rowing team,
Softball games
Sweet Caroline from the bleachers,

I was performing surgery

Back in the day aint know my name, they never heard of me
Connecticut river killer bitch, rap game murder spree
Better bring

like Iam not alone
Hartford is my home, Hartford is my home
That Connecticut river 
Makes it to stand out on it's own

Born and raised from parents 
Who

Before the autumn gale,
But their memory lives on in your hills,
Their baptism on your shore,
Your everlasting rivers speak
Their dialect of yore.

You despise me but you're all I'm remembering
When you cry do you think about the Connecticut
We jumped off that bridge and maybe we didn't
I stopped

What's Ya Point

Snoop Dogg

Mama Drama

of the Mississippi river 

Where niggas quick to kill ya if they don't feel ya 

Still the southern hospitality is all good 

Just don't be fuckin around in none

Did I wash away
All the sins of a younger brother
Would I be the same
Tied the rope to a sacred river
If you wanna go then say it
The dark is always

Just like a tree that plant by the rivers of water
I will surely grow
Everyday I kneel and pray
That Jah will guide me on my way
I wanna be good, yes

circles

At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply

He rode over Connecticut in a glass coach
Once,

doin?
You're coming from Greenwich Village you're going to fuckin Greenwich, Connecticut
What are you doing?
You don't take I-95 the entire fucking way!

It seems hopeless floating on this winding river
It seems that I'll never get to where I'll lay
Oh, so softly on a bed, head on a pillow
Know

There's the Connecticut state line where the highway becomes a parking lot
We throw curses at the cars as our fingers dance on the dashboard
In your

Travel to a place where
Stories and history meet
A National showcase
Or a State Park space
Connecticut to the Oregon beach                         

California here we go
Denver Colorado with mountains and snow
Hartford Connecticut small but grand
In Delaware Dover's where we stand

Tallahassee Florida with

a self-fulfilling prophecy
The Rubicon wasn’t a big river
It was a little fucking stream
And all the boys knew he didn’t have it
And just saw the fish instead

Daily Reminder

Leaders of the New School

T.I.M.E.

1993

Connecticut. 
Confederate "D? we can better it. 
But yo, I'm illiterate to the little bits. 
Until the fat pigs billys bent philly. 
Scent when way I went rent

Took a Greyhound all night long
Just to see if you'd come right home
Took a Greyhound all night long
All night long
Crossed three rivers about five

Connecticut is where you'll find me
Probably out in Sono, cooling with a dime piece
They know who I am, need no ID 
Papi got the juice, aint talking Hi-C
I

“Can I have your autograph?”
That's the line that made you laugh
My little cnne Hathaway
Sipping your latte at brunch

Private school in Connecticut

the same
The rivers of the world will flush flame red
One last time tracing the path a raindrop makes
On the bed of dark brown soil
Only to spoil and dry in

earth
B-Boys, emcees, graffiti writers formed the culture
Unite the people wit’ a voice to battle vultures
Across the Hudson River lived in dirty Jersey