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Down the Line Joint

Mark Curry

Life Story

1999

false alarm
They want to do us harm like I'm nervous
Live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down
Then drag us out
It's all about niggas that

we gon' blow it by the O
I'ma get some drink to pour, she gon' take it real slow
Tired of the fuck niggas, Khalifa man, the real one though
Khalifa

get thirsty for me
Friday, we got fried on the highway
Saturday, that's when she sat on my face
Sunday, we in church fresh no runway
Hoping one day we

Intellectuals

Sunz of Man

The Old Testament

2006

cranberry regal 
Stepped off, double oh-eight style 
Bubble the tape out, real niggaz who kill bless the weight style 
The treasure map stash billions,

herd of the weak
Once humanity falls in nefarious temptation . . . 
The will to live turn into certain death!

Suffer. . .

Devaluated faith drowned by

Down the road
Down the road
Got a little pretty girl down the road
Now down the road bout a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About

I Wouldn't Know Lyrics:

I Wouln't Know

Wonder how it feels when you smile at a stranger passing by
Wonder how it feels to be warm on a Sunday

Naw imma live forever
Even if they Ned Stark me and sever
All ties all bridges Todd bridges
Different strokes different folk This is life live it

Yeah we're going out it's Saturday night
It's the prequel to the Sunday Funday
The time is now so go and live it
Let's all get into it, it's time to get

not be blue
Like the sunday news
At noon

We can spend Tuesdays at the castle
Exploring our lives away
Running through fields of basil
Talking about

down), I got a sock
And it’s made by Louis Vuitton, when I jump out the Porsche box
Watch your face, watch your head, watch out when I’m riding cranberry

Barely moving once again
Not really sure when this will end
Two souls whose lives blew by
Too damned tired to stop and cry

Some say there's a light

payment week after week

You'll always have a roof under which you can sleep



The years past by, the war came to an end

We lived out our lives, did

Now down the road about a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this town

Of the version of me that I used to know
Crying tears in Sunday crowds
Took my hand, and we walked out
You said

If I have to live without you
I don't wanna

tell your fucking wife to blow me
Nigga, it's still fuck you (Still fuck you)

Yo, still searching for Easter
Pink on Easter Sunday
Black lip pastor Herb

our lives 
Taking the game by surprise 
I'm feeling heat from soul 
Feeling of letting you go 
Passion from HipHop to soul It's finna show 

I can show

And pissing of your parents by putting colour in your hair
We were scared to death of dying so we just learned how to live
Time can pass you by before you know

The Voice/Intro

Syleena Johnson

Chapter 2: The Voice

2002

live everyday like my last
 (I will make) Lemonade even when lemons is all I have
 (I will pay) All my dues and tithes in Sundays
 (I won't break)

Nah, I'm doing what I want to
I do me and you do you
Ballin on a staca
Best life be on cray cray
I met him on a Sunday
Baskin in my hay day
He say "baby

’til the night went by
Wond’ring where we will
Live our lives and sing in perfect tune this

Outskirt Lullaby
Outskirt Lullaby

You stopped singin’ far

I was born on a Monday
In the thickening snow
So, it's safe to say that hard work
Is a habit that lives in my bones.
But, there are times when it

In a small town church, the pews were worn
By the weight of sin, and souls forlorn
The preacher's voice was weary and tired
But redemption burned in

So let my lips dress you like your Sunday's best
(It's all that I can hope for)
Four years later and I'm still waiting around
And you're always up for