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the damn cake going
I don't wanna eat if the food ain't mignon steak and the plate ain't gold
You niggas in coach on the plain coat
I bought your bitch coach

guy, to be a Native I try
Wannabies am I right? Claim North with no signs
Like I'm Crazy Heart from The High plains side
Ancestors White, still on Sioux

I'm still rollin with White Owl
Mike and Cordy break the mold
With Silhouette
Dead Nick
And Shadow
But I still feel alone
So I resort to poems
With so

The Island

Paul Brady

Nobody Knows: The Best of Paul Brady [Rycodisc]

1999

on the television. 
Women and children dying in the street 
And we're still at it in our own place. 
Still trying to reach the future through the past. 
Still

The Island

Dolores Keane

Songs from Ireland: Best of Irish Songwriters [1995]

1997

dying in the street
Ant we're still at it in our own place
Still trying to reach the future thru' the past
Still trying to care tomorrow from

wasn't based on fact 
I had her at hello 
Metaphysical intact 
And it's all plain and simple 
Now we're either white or black 
Look at the cats

Boy
That black top winds forever 
With its white lines continually going some place
And we, my fair em-buggered buddies, with our different white

or kill by their own brothers
White Cops got all the rights
But they never use them right
They kill black men in plain sight
At the same rate that plane fly

spar
Sat me down, like kid if you wanna go far
You better listen to your elders cause we wearing our scars
Let me teach you about the world before

tree
In sunny Puerto Vallarta.
I've even swapped white elephant gifts
On the plains of Africa.
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I'd hate to choose a favorite,
But if you must insist

days, months
And years, so little by, ticking so fast
Makes you wonder what's yonder
How short our time is
And how we choose to plunder
What's asunder

She's Never Comin' Back

Mark Collie

Born & Raised in Black & White

1985

as well admit it, why it's as plain as white and black
Like the drive-in picture show, she's never coming back

She's never comin' back, she's already

Across the northern seas, we travel
The cold freezing winds will arouse us
Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon
Transformed by our

White. Kiss
But her
Lips aren't moving

Got a
Blank stare its enough to get my blood pumping
Lies there
Preserved in perfect beauty
It'll be our little

Fuck these feelings we just bury 'em until anxiety
Creep up on 'em in the darkness toying with our psyche

I think we need a change of scenery it's

café
Globalization's great work is at hand
Enslaving the people, milking the sand

We got the end in sight
And it's black and white
Oh, and it's plain

Can’t see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make this song cry
What you believe in
I know some secrets
My people bleeding or infected by diseases

Schools teaching us that we were wrong
Never learned about our glory true 
All of our good deeds without a song
With slander sung by every you know who

We

gates
We've cried way too long, make no mistake
My bride sings a song aligned with fate
We've tied our hands together, sewn them straight
So our

as a lullaby
And it won't leave your head if you try

On that one bright night
When beginnings could barely be better
By the moon's white light
Shines on all you

pass you by
Didn't tell me it was over
Let our snap streak die
And I been steady pissed since
My plug ran dry
My homie steady missed six years gone by

as if by whim
They hunted in our quiet grove
My sisters grew darker and dim.

I knew my sisters couldn't last
So when the seventh morning came
I told them

Walk along the boardwalk
Talk about our old faults
Reminisce about the days
Where we'd talk about our pains
Mowadays it seems we're kinda plain
Mine

Dear Diary

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

truck
It's bigger than one song, it's bigger than a buck
It's bigger than me, bigger than buck
Bigger than voodoo, its bigger than luck, shit, it's