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of the free, lookin'
Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flat-bush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey I seen it all, if you ain't
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
the man's child
The world is different since he's seen it last
Out of jail been seven years and he's happy that he's free at last
All he had was his
transgression finds me, I'm confused by the (?)
My captors mesmerize me all to, to bring me down
Still we are the children of the father, and he expects I and I
transgression finds me, I'm confused by the (?)
My captors mesmerize me all to, to bring me down
Still we are the children of the father, and he expects I and I
This is a story about control,
My control,
Control of what I say,
Control of what I do
And this time I'm gonna do it my way
I hope you enjoy this
She know what I can bring to the table
I can tell if it's real by the label
We had TV, but we didn't have cable
Now I'm richer than all of my
of the free, lookin'
Blendin' in with city folk, down in Flatbush Brooklyn
Feel a little of my pain, follow and sing to it
Homey I seen it all, if you ain't
rather be dead
Than turn my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe:
Father
outfielder
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it
the Smith and Wessun is depressin
Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question
How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop
and my body start
to seeing you go in the morning
And even supper by myself
Now this Hollywood producer has offered you the world
He lets you drive his sporty new Camaro
it's all in vain
Like a locomotive blinded by the rain
And I swear that you loved me just the other day
I still remember how you used to say
I would die
Someday My Father - by Sam Baardman
It's late in the night, and the moon's so low
The day's burned up and all the ashes blow
The spider is sleeping
expecting her
And she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
chicken
I'm Quantaniqua, the coach here of Reebok
Yesterday, today, and forever the 54 eleven chapter
Fuck tax free week I tax fair on my mothafuckin'
free
From the cocoon, the butterfly's free
Into the breeze
Thinking out loud of my past as a man
Wondering why I am who I am
Out in the world, not
Hidden in silence, below barren waste
Confusion, hunger, am I still awake?
Have I ever told you about my time machine?
Sit you down, I'll tell you
A suited man smiled said:
"It's just a matter of time
You can have the world at your feet
By tomorrow
Just sign on this line."
Hold tight,
'Cause I still do believe that I can
Want that one more bite of the apple
And just a chance to taste it, once again
Been around the world a time
It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up
And stashed behind
the world you're doin' wrong
That I was stringin' you along
And if it all were true
I know I'd still want you
This world with me might sympathize
When I got
too short
The wheel has carried my far
Around this world 100 times
By bus, truck, train, bike , or car (???)
And just like the rest I roll on to my
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