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and laughin' so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk? You know
He change the way he talk
That's that motherfucker who
In jail, beat yo ass down
With them baton
To get promoted by the white man
Then when
made our way
A little patience, the time we pray
Can't imagine that this love is through
Feelin' the pain, girl when you lose
Oh it's too hot, too
on my toes now
Better man, what you made me
Made me aware of what I was missing
Been missing the way you give me ambition, babe
Never thought I'd
from what
Previous generations have learned
Isaac Newton, my man, said
"If I have seen farther than others
It's by standing on the shoulders of giants"
you pass us by on
We paved with our bare hands
Paved with our bare hands
A black cloud hovers over me
Without all this guilt I feel naked
Something
prisoners of our thoughts
(You saved me from myself) don't spill my secret
Don't spill my secret
"Today a man was taken from his apartment at the New
in love with the motherfucking chick there's at least a million of?
They say love the one you with, but this shit is killing us
Our love's on some
prisoners of our thoughts
(You saved me from myself) don't spill my secret
Don't spill my secret
"Today a man was taken from his apartment at the New
One day when a man among the throng
Will see his way is wrong
The Universe will shine
One day when the kind you see in dreams
Will baffle all our
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
Not a lot, just a lil' touch Jeff
Word word
Ay Jeff do me a favor man, Jazz it up
Now bring it all back
Yo man now break it down and let me go
or he white
(That's Jonathan Emile by the way)
Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety
to see my grandma
During the holidays
I can tell my momma loved Jesus
By the way that she said grace
It's a spring break
For me and my buddies that
and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands, time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides
This time each year in our hometown
The county fair comes our way
Where the folks gather round to be happy and spend their day
A-here's what
After all I've come to know me, and the ways of my heart,
And the young man that I once was would have torn our love apart.
When you're young
Our love is drifting, baby, I can see it day by day
Our love is drifting, baby, I can see it day by day
I know you don't care now, little baby, but I
to
Learn."
Buffoon: "My teacher in high school was a stupid bitch, man! She had her
Head way up her ass!"
Dean: "Well the quality of the faculty
on our damn votes
(Your joy isn't tied to me) let the man quote
Who dropped drones on 'em?
(Your joy isn't tied to me, yeah) Ye, don't take that tone
from Oklahoma, you were small town Texas prize,
An' every young man's dream in cut-off jeans, with that Homecoming Queen smile.
You were makin' fun
everything we feared that we were breaking
By trying to hold them in our hands
You were kindled by the dials on the dashboard
Your tattoos like the stamps
Other than that, We ain't nothing but good ol' boys
Good ol' boys were all the same
Ain't no way we'll ever change
Mean no harm by the things we do
door I've been here once before. Take my hand I am your man.
The very first day that I met you, I walked right by all of my sences.
I knew there
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