Lyrics:
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
learning his ABC's
Its the way of the world goodbye CD's and DVDS
Its 3D inside TV screens
So now I can do anything
Without the kinda luck that a penny
me home"
Singing, "Oh, when they call me home"
Gonna ride the lightning
There's a man in a black coat standing at a crossroads
With a pad in his
they said Obama was in a raid
He actually got a good ass tan and a swag to appear black
Would you believe that? Niggas impeach that, look
How bout they
Hey, hey, hey, man
I strike the Empire back
I strike the Empire back
Fuck the Empire
High flying like the Millennium Falcon, piloted by Han Solo
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times
Wonder Mike and
I'd like to say "hello"
To the black, to the white
The red and the brown, the purple and yellow
But first
I gotta bang bang the boogie
a squizzer of the unknown
With the wind in my hair, I feel like I'm finally home
Oh, the black mountain is calling, whispering to my soul
Through the bushland
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
the things that he was singing
You had a dvd boxset of SuicideGirls
You popped on a disc to show me more
I couldn't figure out what you wanted me to see
So I
Seven billion hungry ghosts
Just a parasite killing its host
The emperor wears no clothes, I see those brittle bones
But we're buried by modern
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
the blues
Set my big brown hat to my black pointed shoes
(I'm thinking about it)
I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately
Follow my heart
black pointed shoes
(I'm thinking about it)
I gotta free my soul from the troubles of lately
Follow my heart wherever it takes me
Let it flow on by
a doctor tie you up from so far above
And you start singing just like light through a black floor
You start sliding like burned skin to a side door
the dark of night
Saying "Please don't cry.
Everything's going to be alright"
Having a hard time adjusting
Relieving this pain by singing
The loneness of my
a creepin down in them black woods
Singin' his son its a haunting tune
Listen close baby he singing' to you
He said...
You Ain't got that voodoo like I do
cracking the cement
My love for you
Lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singing a last song
Your love for me
I'll never die like a black child struggling
This is the end of you and me
And I'm never going back
Before my broken soul begins to fade to black
And if I could show you now
Let you see
we were.
Trying to make a living out of black land dirt.
We'd get together in a family circle singing loud.
Daddy sang bass,
Mama sang
feelin'
Things I say and do, may not come quite through
My words may not convey just what I'm feelin'
This the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica
at a derringer
Old ways is the barrel that's damning us
We better cross and cross rivers
A stolen soul and lost figures told by Doc Rivers
Movement
and Minnie Pearl right by my side
Let the circle be unbroken
Doors are always open
Hear them angels singing Walk the Line
A Country Afterlife
Someone pinch
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