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no lie and I don't tell everybody where I live
Bitch I pop pills when I feel 
Yea I'm feeling how I feel
I ain't signing no deals less I put my name by

used to rubber band the money by a rack, now I do it by the ten
Don't give 'em time tomorrow, we get the funeral drop, we go and spin
Street curfew,

We was cruisin' down in Brisbane
I got tennis bracelet wristbands
Got an AP on my other hand
If we go to war, it's band for band
Pull up in coupes,

Mistaken
Love Is Patience

Lesser Man By How You Talk
Bless Her Man Just By His Walk
Funeral Without The Chalk
Milly Pro We Mix The Parts

Wait For Me Hit

(You know, I don't know)

So right after graduation, he went off, and uh
He became a novelty songwriter for funerals and the like
By the name of DJ

these niggas wanna be me
Smoking on that contraband
Money growing in my hands
Monsta poppin rubba bands
Put my name in high demand
Go up, helicopter
Death

(Aye)
Dreamin' bouta horse It's mine (It's mine)
It's mine

Yeah, oh no no no no
I got all them bands
And you know how it goes
Sippin' on a Coors
Lookin'

business
One's in your circle that don't even know ya
The same one's that circulate
The stories for ya

I seen Henrietta sittin' down by the rail
Messin'

Makeshift Patriot

Sage Francis

Punk-O-Rama, Vol. 8

2003

myself...Via live telecast. 

Coming live from my own funeral...the beautiful weather offered a nice shine, 
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever

I used to ride by your house
Down the old country road
Where I almost lost my life
I thought I was invincible

I was leaving my best friend's
And his

Just got back from Philly
It's two A.M
I wonder how you're holding up at your sister's house
We stopped by a record store on the way there
You didn't

Just got back from Philly
It's two A.M
I wonder how you're holding up at your sister's house
We stopped by a record store on the way there
You didn't

clique I pop my shit nigga don't get hit by the hit man
They don't wanna play with the big man
Nigga make mo noise den a big band
Yea I gotta got hard with

or occupation, but also to make them feel as one, by virtue of music’s exaltation and is a noblemen of man’s soul and spirit.” - Uys Krige

Under the heel

meant for you
It's meant for me
It's not meant for you

All these Prophets & Disciples of some un-spiritual religion
Talking mash and soup to feed by

But you did soon as you got a chance
Why you poppin shit? You should poppin bands
Living that good life without a care
The new you is hot headed

Dear Friend

Fish

Internal Exile

1991

horses still running when
The bookies shop close?
Is the band still together, did you ever
Get on the road?
We chased the same women, we drank

on something with señoritas
Pro-political peace, let them breathe
Whether Palestinian, Israeli or Lebanese
Behold the horse I'm pale as I'll ever be
Trying

That we ain't got a horse in this race

If that is the left and this is the right
I need to find a happy hour where they keep things light
If

the Rockin' Horse in the desert with my rockin' band
Tryin' to be content with who I ain't and who I am
She walks up to the bar says "Hi, remember me?" 
I

on the dime
Keep on keeping time

You wiggle your toes to the tempo that flows
Watching the world go by
We wiggle our toes to the tempo that flows
It's like ice

with a dead man's hand
Like one lone trumpet playin' in a funeral band
You're a foul-mouthed goddess if there ever was a thing
You got me bleedin'

that is so grand
I'll, be with you, bring the marching band to the funeral
Playing to the coffin made of quicksand
And take my hand to Neverland, where

me 

What do ya think 

Chorus 

We were at the ball park all day 
listening to Zach brown band play 
summer nights turned into days
singing some