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the code that I live by and told me to run it

So I start with the shit plus I was born with the knowledge
A young wise muhfucka get respect like
I wanted to show you John's star
And lay down with you in strawberry fields
You said, "You're gonna lay down here
You're gonna lay down alone"
I
the past you gotta live with today
She asked if they could spend the night together
He thought, and said, "I'm tryin' to get my life together"
Went home
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord

Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time
With an aching
every time a tour rolls by, you know we'll stay at
Laurel Drive

John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
on a playground blacktop

I’m just a moment, so don’t let me pass you by
We could be a story in the morning, but we’ll be a legend tonight
I’m just a moment, so
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
The x in x-mas is a substitute crucifix for Christ
No Christmas for John Quays

The powders reach
And the powders teach
And when you find they
shed
Life of a gangster is not sweet
And I'm coming to you straight from the streets
This could be a story about anybody
But let's call him John Doe
You will die by surprise
When I take your life I will smile

John George Haigh was a vampire
Who drank old ladies blood
Then put them in
On this rock pile, with my ball and chain.
They call me by a number not a name Lord, Lord.

[Chorus]
Gotta do my time, I gotta do my time.
With
of constant strangers
I'll go with you
If you want to take a hero home
I'll stay behind
If you want to take a hero home

Looking at the grave
turned away
And uncle john refused to stay
Doctor tom said don't cry he'll get by
He'll see another day

Alright, it's alright
I'm gonna get to see
And all you college students, play your ouijas
Check the spelling: r-e-f-u-g-e-e, get the cd from sam goody, hee hee!
You ain't even close with the rhymes
faces that have gone by
Adams corner embedded in my soul

In defense of Dorchester
Home to a thousand dreams and Beantown legends
In defense
and charizmatic automatic, you gonna save me
God bless the day that my sons survive
We strive to teach the youth baby and stay alive

Refugee camp nuts baby, John
a weapon and plus when I bust all this stuff with Legend
When this Brooklyn MC come after you
You be running like I herd a carrel at Murdell Avenue
There we
No Christmas for John Quays
Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it
What what
Well the powders reach you

And the powders teach you
But when
bust all this stuff with Legend
When this Brooklyn MC come after you
You be running like I herd a carrel at Murdell Avenue
There we yattin' that ain't
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Kings 18:46, John 10:28-29

Got Your hand on my heart and
I won't walk away
Got a hold of my life and I'm here
(Wow we're in Stereo)

Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it
could never stay upon the shelf where the wind and rain are never felt
But, hey, don't cry. I'll be comin' back, by and by, but until then, gal, you
with Angie

It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me
And we be in Miami so when they spot me in Bentley
It's gon' be a stampede
evenings with Angie
It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me
And we, be in Miami
So when they spot me in Bentley it's gon be a stampede
shit tryna touch the sky
Jesus walks god testify
I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people
You only get one life there's no sequel
So you can't