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the street, just kids in the street
Remember when we

We used to laugh, we used to cry
Live and die by the forty five
Take me back, I'll go there
Who
a about to flip, by just gotta know about

The shakin' street, it's got that beat
Shakin' Street, where all the kids meet
Shakin' street, it's got that
and call him "Gopher Boy".
One Day, a bully by the name of Big Roy, started throwing bananas at him,
Soon a crowd of kids were all throwing bananas.
sheet
With starving kids by their side.
With staring eyes that never weep
Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet
Who life and death treat so cheap
takes the flow
Cause we travel through minds across times across lands
So pack up your stuff kid and get in the van

It's incredible, sometimes it's
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy parks
the beats
With the language of the streets

One love, one mind, one word the kids all follow
One word, one mind, one love the kids all follow
And they're
Satan is the ruler of the modern day
We fight angelic wars where 
My block attacks yours
Numbed by the drugs that are sold 
On street stores
the white men on the street 

(Get along, get along, Kid Charlemagne)
(Get along, Kid Charlemagne)

Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
the miners' kids and wives wait at the gate

This explosion struck on Wednesday
And I stood by the gate till Saturday
'Til they laid my daddy out with
the white men on the street 

(Get along, get along, Kid Charlemagne)
(Get along, Kid Charlemagne)

Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
The events that followed had me folly if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far the best
Therefore hard
the white men on the street 

(Get along, get along, Kid Charlemagne)
(Get along, Kid Charlemagne)

Clean this mess up else we'll all end up in jail
to be civil.

I represent for the people,
Let down by a nation,
And left in the streets where it's evil,
Little kids surrounded by knives and heroin
The Skulls met the Pythons
Down at the First Street station
Alliances have been made in alleyways
All across the nation
These boys live off
of 40 ounces but nuttin' for the kids
Little man know they to eat to live
But he don't wanna leave the crib

The kid who punched him in his face
House
quickly concede to the neighbors across the street 
The problem child lives over there, everywhere 

Your kids are just cut-ups 
Cutting their cures
and repping the street, I'm
Doing music and I'm writing beast rhymes
But my V-Slimes, had no weak minds
Got with the music, started a group and we shine
of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

If all the doors were closed in heaven
Where would all the angels go
Would they just fly around forever
Or would
You thought your life would just go by
Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly

But you can't live your life in the baby seat
You've got to stand
and Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
[Intro Skit]
Someday I'm gonna be walkin down the streets,
mindin my own business.. and BAM!!
I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR
that
The street kid deals with the dealer
And he's always watchin' his back
Me, I'm watchin' a line, with a woman of mine
Down by the creek bank shack

Give me
of the radio by my bed with Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds...
When I was in school I ran with a kid down