Lyrics:
the books of men. Books from the hands of men. Men from the pits of time. Words from a black mother: I knew it would happen to him, I just didn't know he'd be
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
falling
Coming down
Oh baby, it's all around
Waves are washing over me
Weathered through other storms
Yeah they seemed so long
But not as hard as this will
couldn't stop me
Like the homie Jim Jones, I be in the lobby
Nigga tried to hit me two times with the shotty
Missed me, I dodged both shots, Kyrie
Do it
To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over
by,
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you don't know 'bout
Every time you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't even
over you
You know I ain't scared to lose you
They don't like it when you're telling the truth
I'd rather be realer than you
I had to make me a cot
a hard nine
If you trying to find these shoes
They gonn be hard for you to find
Rocking presidential rollies, it ain't hard to tell time
I had my ups,
soon drew our hogs
We scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair
just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch 'em waving goodbye
They be calling in the morning, they be hanging on the phone
They
in a cold land
Tryna be the whole man heal the homeland
Past time for our own land
Where a grown man can be a grown man
The system has benefit for
I don't know say it out loud
Too cynical and proud
Muted by this doubt
Fear, beautifully clear
Letting go is hard when
You're not holding on
I'm
labor by the day
Ain't much pay for a man
[Chorus:]
Haulin' coal down the down river
And he won't be comin' home for a long time
Torches burning
try
cll though I left them deep in debt
Every now and then I get a little check
Usually I don't pay it any mind
But right now times are hard
So I sit
try
cll though I left them deep in debt
Every now and then I get a little check
Usually I don't pay it any mind
But right now times are hard
So I sit
spreading
The rumors are spreading all over town
And we don't wanna be like Mrs. Jones
We can't meet at the same place
Every time I see you, baby
I
"What do you love?"
Hard to find what the truth is, but the truth was that the truth suck
Always seem to do stuff, but this time it was too much
Jane, you say it's all over
For you and me girl
There's a time for love
And a time for lettin' it be baby
Jane, you're playin' a game called
It don't take a lot to keep a nigga hard
Must be a lady in the light but real freaky in the dark
Plus I got some enemies, baby, hold my pistol
coming down by the time the song is over
And she starts feelin' lonely
Feelin' she's the only ordinary solitary one
All alone the solitary one
Oh,
bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real
and couldn't help but grin, when I saw some old buddies of mine
They said come on over and sit for a while so we can catch up on lost time
I didn't plan to stay
Yea wassup baby girl
I'm just looking over this homework
I really need some help
You wanna study with me?
That'd be nice, yea
[Chorus]
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