Lyrics:
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Between the boss man and his best friend, no place for peace in Joe Hill’s breast
One day his best friend brought a pistol, said “Joe this ends here
as the peer!
Good fortune attend each merry man's friend
That doth but the best that he may,
Forgetting old wrongs with carols and songs
To drive the cold
I'm just proving
Old habits die hard man
You're coming on strong
I'm not saying that it's wrong
Just banking on you reading my thoughts yeah
Is this
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Oh, the pig is in the mire and
The cow is in the grass
A man without a woman true this world
Will sadly pass
Me mother likes the ducks and the
Ducks
By the old safe I'm the lost and found
Big dusty box where the maids never came around
Tonight's the night they close this old hotel down
Don't mind
on my Mac mane
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my
scars
He has to be with twenty man when he wears jewelry
And you see it as gangster, I see it as insecurity
Where I'm from, everybody wants to make it
To walk through, I need twenty-five and better
Old hundreds, have 'em stickin' together (grrt)
Louis V and Amiri the denim
My mans up top rockin' Gucci
now I gotta buy the chop
This old shit ain't new to me
I'm rockin' stolen jewelery
Try to chill so I leave the bay
Did dirt with it now I gotta
Mother Nature took him from his home
The heaviest rock can’t be carried by one man alone
Oh who will return this family stone?
He took a job in the city
figure it out, until now...
Stop now, old man grasping stones
Thinking how "this aint my home, now everyday's a weekend"
Stop now, everything's a muted
was just. Like a dream....
Enter a man. cn old man. c lonely man.
His features, distinct
White, wispy hair. c lowered brow barely
Obscuring his dull
for his faith in one man
By daybreak, I will have grown old Just hope to God you know
That I still loved you even when it didn't show
And I will love
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Old Man Brown
Reads his paper on the lounge
No one called this time around
This house won't make a sound
The memories surround
Mom of three
She
neglect
It rests
Seeing that it's done the best
That a dog could do
Now, here's a man
Whose career, so far
Is about 6 years old
In this field... what's
Geneva
It's smoke and Patron by the liter,
At magic city like eureka
I Bet your man can't do it like this
So many women headed on my list
Back when you
She don't want to be with me no mo'
Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know
Whether to, throw in the towel or if he
a man you know?”
I caught the next bus to Bourbon Street
In his room, I found an envelope
My old address, a picture with a note
That’s when I read those
Finding our voice, learning to speak
So to all who search, for answers true
Let this be a guide, to see you through
From boy to man, a journey complete
the villain in this global role
Though my heart bleeds hidden from view
Shamed by deeds I never knew
These streets hold memories under skies so vast
Echoes
while your falling off the edge of the world
Take a look around
Stars align like a crooked spine
An old man bent down and out
Black hole is a happy home
tryin' hard to make up time
When a great big man with a sack in his hand bound off that train like a lion
He hit the road like an old pro then he got up
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