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summer winter spring middle of the fall Keep it moving head down but you know chins up Lyrics like that will leave a MC stuck
It's late at night
Roll some

Leopardskin Limousines

Joe Strummer

Earthquake Weather

1989

no harmonica play

What you can see is something you saw
When you were a little girl
Some picture passed by the Hays Commission
About a prairie

will be, though not for long, a man, my son

Then, I had a little girl or boy
Who asked me: "Mama, papa, what is joy?"
It sat upon my knee, or chair

Let me go back to the start
A little bit of my history, let's see
The story began with an Irishman who went by the name of Keith
Who fell in love

be on that Robitussin
Make you wake up like ya late to work
Ain't no more snoozing brother
Wake up
Wake up
I feel like Deebo
This gospel hit like Craig

How They try to
Dimmin up my spotlight
This little light of mine
Will shine all
Thru the late night
At any givin point
Of time I can take flight
Put

ching)
All this fighting and we're still poor
Frightened by uniting
So at night you lock your doors
Inviting thoughts of crime and
Inciting judgement your

and cursed and worse
So please, big boss, could I get a little raise
Cause it's been about a year and I haven't been a pain
I've been a tiny little itty bitty

don't need people inside of this world I'll be chilling by my lonely 

Lighting up a blunt and then I grunt 
I don't understand how you little fuckers

street
I'm like a homicidal-kangaroo-jackhammer man
Old ladies, little babies
Doesn't matter where I land
I got a sword in my ass, and this shit hurts
But

The Crows
A collection of ten tracks
Inspired by the late poet Edgar Allan Poe and his works
This project is the embodiment of Mr. Blackburn's growth

The heat in my belt hangs an inch from my
Pee pee like a key to my cell
To censor me is to censor
My CD which inspires me
To spit what will eventually be

really put the sender of this message in a bind
You were their gray cloud, now they want some sunshine
Don't know if it's too late, maybe just a wake up

And say boss well I think I’ll be leaving/
Cause I running little late for a meeting/
Is only after a while that it sink in/
Jerry realise he was by the bar

till midnight
Is when she took the stage all by herself

In the same time frame almost a year later, I'm at the
Start of where she is now hoping one day

kill me but you can't kill me
'Cause if you kill me, I'll be back to kill you
I will do it again...

Thoughts in my head
Thoughts in my head
Thoughts in

looking out for me, I love you too
But I'm so not letting this time go off I'll do His will
So be patient, it's just a little amount of time 
Bro step out,

that almost killed me
Year to be exact this was 20-03
Around the time that my parents ditch me
And my siblings in VGC. Lagos, Nigeria, the green light

Pretty little dandelion
Float over to me yeah

Stuck on earth
Ground zero
I ain't need no hero
Found myself some courage
Now I'm drifting in this space

me
How to say her little girl
Got beaten by the world?
But wait – there's more to tell
A new chapter breaking from this shell
The ink is fresh,

what I are

I know don't know what this be all about
But I ain't worried though 'cause we gon' work it out
Never too late to make a different choice
Like

Still he says to himself
"What are you doing, you don't deserve this

Don't you know nobody will ever understand
The person that you are, learn

years, I don't know what you 'bout
I wonder what you be doing in your spare time now
Said do you still got your business
Is you still massaging backs
Is

THE BULLETIN, 6 AUGUST 1892 
BULLETIN DEBATE POEM #4 
(THE SECOND PART OF THIS POEM WILL BE PUBLISHED NEXT WEEK.)