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arms yet
So tell me can you smell that funk?
Got nothing but blunts and Mami
With the junk in trunk
ProEra be the troublesome bunch
And they gon'

The future I see has no room for hate
Or rage
We're ready to turn the page
I'm Phil of the future
I'm feeling the future
I'm Phil of the future
I fill in

or poverty can quell my love for you
Or for this dump we're standing in 'cause this is my home too 

Chicago, Chicago, well there's assholes everywhere

Chicago

The Tossers

Purgatory

2003

or rats or poverty can quell my love for you
Or for this dump we're standing in 'cause this is my home too

Chicago, Chicago, well there's assholes

that home and home ain't the same. we home 
less, so I can hope, cause home, as you know, is where 
the hatred is, all gathered in our little all

To take you anywhere you feel

Phil:   Where you can laugh or you can cry

And let your imagination fly

Let it lead you where it will

Sara:   Your mind is

everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,

friends with me
From our homeroom to the Milky Way
We were lost among the pages
And in the voice of Mrs.Davis, she said

Words are your wheels 
To take you

in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia

and David died
But only to the papers that live outside
Last Thursday they were in the room where he sits
The three of them making jokes about the meager

Of them has to be small, y’know!
And you’re looking for this moment where
You sit in your BMW after
All the work you’ve done and
All the accolades you get

you know me, homie show me
I am my brothers keeper, 
that's what my daddy told me

Chorus:
[Xzibit]
We're about 45 deep, where we all go

and David died

But only to the papers that live outside

Last Thursday they were in the room where he sits

The three of them making jokes about the meager

because he was
Doing positive inside of Chicago
Just like how I'm moving back
To Chicago and it's not just about, you know
Getting on stage and being

Hey Chicago, hey Chicago
Where the buildings seem to kiss the sky
Hey Chicago, hey Chicago
A really swell place to die 
Hey, Chicago, hey Chicago 
You

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

niggas cant wait
To catch you when you was sleep
And get cha fa ya safe aye
The game ...
I was raised around the life
Where the houshold is broke up

Highwayman [Live]

Phil Ochs

Farewells & Fantasies

1997

long black hair.

And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were

bash, the backs they dash
You know where it's at, it's at the Nest
It's tatted on the chest, UHH
Pretty boys in the back like Jess, UHH
I got boys like

and Phil
We're the same
Same shit
I ain't fucking with lameness
Who the hell you came with thinking you're famous
Changing the style in a hurry like Harry

From the city where they up guns
Dont duck betta run hot slug for your mug if you want some 

No love in the slums where I come from 
Where they post

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo

I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go

Have you ever been in a situation where you were vibin' with this shorty
And irrespective of the length of time
You two shared a real connection
It