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the microwave
Beside it on the counter lay
A letter from my wife addressed to me
It said I know you're workin' hard that's easy to see
Tryin' to provide
Uhm....Uhm....
Another summer day
has come and gone away
In Paris or Rome
but I wanna go home
uhm
may be surrounded by
a million people I
still
I’m the keys to your home
Fighting for you to know
But it’s okay to say that I was standing here by your side
When you smiled at me and hoping to fly
incarcerated
Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock
Some sold they soul, others used to sell rocks
Look up in my mailbox, I get letters from my
exchange
the song of home betrays us
like letters written in despair
never to be opened
call mother a lonely field
call mother a lonely field
i took her
So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips and gettin' stoned
I got into town a little early
pray that You bring our loved ones home, immediate release
Visitation at the prison, on the list, I'm rockin' bling
Name rang, they know my face, it
you ehh...
Lazy girl with pride
This is a letter for you
Because of money
Stay away from people hubby
No grab
Another woman joy...
Cos wives are not
I got a letter from the muthafuckin Ku Klux Klan, man
They say they want to give us a helping hand
With pulling that goddamn trigger
And killin
from down home.
This young man has never been north before.
I want you to listen to me, I got something to tell
You.
He heard about Chicago.
He
dress like cowboys and rest at the railing by my door
On their way from the children's ward
Bev Monroe and his panel of ally boys play at the party
on the run
See me now!
I rise above the seas
Heart in hand
While the winds scream in passion
To the stars
From my earthly home
I Raise the sails
On Adventure
styles
*
I weren't no football fan till he
Dove Ken Driddley, on TV
Mesmerized by the mastery of wee nimble Nobby
Just a dream it all seemed so far away
Explain to in detail why you boys don't know my struggle
It's that real deal shit from a real motherfucker
My stomping ground make me a ill motherfucker
prayers are all but answered by his letters in the mail
He sends them colored figures that he cuts from strips of paper
And all his weekly wages, saving
battled on earth and sky
With blade and bow, by heart and mind
You've drawn your sword, I draw the line
We walk as mortals, but were once divine
Back
It's way up in the Black Hills where we come from
There's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gun
By the law of the land
By the promise
been down
I open my eyes in the morning
The steel bars remind me just how low it can get
I sit on my bunk and read a letter
Sent from rural route number
it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos
has come and gone away
in paris or rome...
but i wanna go home
...uhm
may be surrounded by
a million people i
still feel all alone
and just wanna go
And the days they flew by
And the leaves fell from the trees
And many times you came around
And many times you slept with me
And every time that
leave
And I won't grieve
These letters you wrote me
I'll set free
When the birds fly by, the shorelines wave goodbye
Looked at the stars
The memories
styles
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I weren't no football fan till he
Dove Ken Driddley, on TV
Mesmerized by the mastery of wee nimble Nobby
just a dream it all seemed so far
by a speedy post
For the absent convict they thought was lost
"God bless the coastguard" this convict cried
"For he's saved my life from the ocean
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