Lyrics:
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
Black man, born free,
At least that's the way it's supposed to be;
The chains that bind him are hard to see,
Unless you take this walk with me
Isn't it strange meeting you here
Two old friends
Just sitting down quietly drinking a beer
But knowing your past the way that I do
After all
(background) its been six weeks since suddam husain's was killed by a pack of wild bores and the world is still glad to be rid of him
Oh look eric, its your
Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill
Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing
He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives
He dreamed
hard to wear a frown
All the happy people stop to say hello (get out of my way)
Even though the tempature's low
It's a perfect sunday morning in my quiet
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
fucking jazz hands back in your pants and get them shits sliced
Caught the ghost when I was yay high, so today I stay way high
Do not worry about my
is none
I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun
'Cause I'm playin ball or bobbin' in the hall
Or just writin' my name in graffiti on the wall
Black man, born free,
At least that's the way it's supposed to be;
The chains that bind him are hard to see,
Unless you take this walk with me;
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
Everything is slower here; everybody's got a union card
They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice
Come back home, cook out in
look my way
Every second of the day that goes by
Even holding you tight in the middle of the night
You say, how much you need me
Baby, believe me
I need
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
loving
Right, work it out this hard time, it all got me stop
Let my life pass me by, can’t get loving,
Right, work it all out this hard time, it all got me
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
the world by storm
And mama said you cried all the way home
You think I'm strong, you think I'm fearless
Even when I'm, I'm at my weakest
You always see
and I worked my way up by hard
Work. I ain't never got nowhere yet but I got there by
Hard work.
Work of the hardest kind. I been down and I been out
brown and Freddy gray
It's hard to escape this madness two mothers lost there sons
By punk officers no justice serve what in the hell has this world come
Into another man
Who had no feet
I swear to God that day
That guy with no feet say
“You got to walk my way”
“That’s how it’s planned”
That’s when
you remember I bought you twice
Now I'm thirty plus and still paying the price
Had a sister that I barely knew
Kind of got separated by the age
Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out
Heart plays in ways the mind can't
Heart plays in ways the mind can't figure out
This is how we
old house and babies on the way, by now (By now)
I've been chasing my dream, I've been chasing you
Running hard but my legs feel weak
I done played
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