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different coups and we gon drive em home
Baby riding wit no hands like she biking home
Feel like i need to write my baby girl a love song
I wrote the ganja

[Verse 1: Propaganda]
Slang came from a land where they suffer from the effects of depravity like gang bangin' and earthquakes.
Most famous no

You gotta organize a bigger goal
No more giving your power away to the bitter foes
Pitiful dribble goes only far as your little nose
Follow it where

Everything that I need, babygirl you got it
I don't really want to doubt it, like you drawn by an artist
Ain't a shame of your body
Got my hands around your

can't rest
When one suffers then I suffer
When a billion suffers then I suffer
This miserable suffering has to come to an end
I am cursed by immortality

than before.
Though I'd love to serve his medicine (this evening)
I promised to myself I'd never win by cheating
So I need to be careful or I'm being

walkin lookin fa light
Can't tell, I'm hurtin, act like I'm alright

Ima go geddit, I need it
Won't buck witchu, I ain't doin no speakin

Sometimes I be

dudes
All accounted by ‘em green rues
I doubt it we can see through
Please the demons and these damn mules
Turning money into sly jewels
Without,
My

name? did you hear me studder
Would you hold me down, would you let me suffer
I feel like I'm keeping secrets in discreet
No more losing to my thoughts,

I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no hurt, ain't

seed, although there's no need
Cause the earth is almost over, but the world owes me
Mule and acre reparations only get the ball rolling
400 years under

Yo, came out the fetus, the meanest emcee
Let off some steam, so obscene
I need a breather before you even wake the giant with an umbilical cord
That

need no more killing
Cos only the good gon' suffer
Only the good gon' suffer
Only the good shall still die

The system put we on lockdown
The system put

a thing of beauty
Sellin seltzer by the can bitches think it's trulys
Forty acres and a mule, we got trauma and movies
And label executives on my line just

more yeah ah
Don't wanna suffer no more (No I don't wanna no no)
Don't wanna do this no more (No more no more no more)
No more no more (No more no more)

Have Mercy

Phish

Live Phish, Vol. 7: 8/14/93 (World Music Theatre, Tinley Park, IL)

2002

Jah man

Man was made to suffer, yeah
And women were made to feel the pain
Stay by our side and guide us we pray, Jah man
Give us all your blessing

cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No

More love, more friends, more enemies (poom)
More cheques, less hate, no memories (huh huh)
More trap, let's get, more energy
Clean cash, less blood,

other shit Y’all need 2 stop with the brother shit
I’m talking commas ain’t stuttering
Flick of the wrist i could cover it
Raised by the block now I’m

As beautiful as fire
Against the evening sky
You fuel the lost desire
I no longer want to die
Take me by the hand
And see beyond the light
Strip away

out rich, they can't leave the nest
And don't think M.U.L.E. is MIA nigga, 'cause WE THE BEST
Don't need the stress, rather be in danger by myself

clearly see that pain on me
Thank God for growth and wisdom, blessed I had a brain on me
PTSD for showing love, crossed by my main homie
I need some joy, I

past I want to be present and feel some grace 
This giver here is on empty I need to refill
Just take what you want so no need to steal
The real gift I'm

You'll need a nap to stay intact
Don't follow the map that's my track
And I'm not lying no cap 
Your clothes are whack 
You live in a shack
Writing lyrics