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right to the sky, you a floatin' blimp

My 40 keep it right there by my side why I walk with limp
He askin' me to match, I pulled up and he rolled a skimp

To the one whose dreams have fallen all apart
And all you're left is a tired and broken heart
I can tell by your eyes, you think you're on your own

Postcard

Iron & Wine

Archive Series, Vol. 1 [LP]

2015

done
With all they've done

Some prophet died but wrote it down
Our serpent bell is on the ground
And all the ladies sing it loud
Hallelujah

though!
An oak leaf floats by as we meander; my thoughts begin to drift (and amble?)

It’s a nice brisk day for a walk with Arlo.
We love to be outside

a plague upon our liberties
A poisoning effect which ignores the reality
That a governing body whose sole purpose is security
Should not be swayed by a vocal

That Power

Childish Gambino

Camp [LP]

2011

and I get at them fakers
Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters
So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh,

Is there a car straight under a light that's burning?
Prepared by your soul for all the secrets you're holding
Step back in time machine for a mind

I'm a Villain

Nas

Illmatic XX [20th Anniversary Edition]

1994

for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because

everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore

A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
All I care is to smile

the driveway
Notice my gas tank's on E again
Well, of course it is
Guess I probably should stop at the gas station
So I take a right, pull up to the pump

Saint Patrick Battalion

David Rovics

For the Moment

My name is John Riley
I'll have your ear only a while
I left my dear home in Ireland
It was death, starvation or exile
And when I got to America

Hustle Harder

Common

Nobody's Smiling

2014

from wrong
It's all its all, she deserves more

Red lipstick bo', French press col'
You know she queen bee by the way she wear her gold
Honey

like a vet
Know it's Really Riley when I pull up in that 'benz
Hustled all around I ain't even tired yet
I'ma cop a 'cat while my brother cop a 'vette

for props, tell your pops call the cops
See now I'm on the run, but still havin' fun
Livin' by the MAC, my gear is all black
I keep killin', because

time

Her faith, her craft
Was taken by shame
But no one can hide
What's graven on skin

And it's all false
And it's all false
And it's all false

Yeah its all mad risky
You gotta see how the hustle go
You know he caught up by his bros tho
Hes just another person
Another victim
Another one that's

it, you, whose sense of living is to forget 

You, who have faithful lies and death at their heels 

And your soil gives birth to worms merely. 

Today

ache
But my son is so much more than a son he's my best mate
I live in a world where ya friends hate
But I keep it moving and I left them in the past

Home

Woman weaves a prayer to the clouds that send fire
Man hunts his passion with naked desire
Balance is kept barely held by a wire
What then is now

The kids would have done something wrong
And you don't have to understand
Things no longer black and white
As long as it makes sense to them
The world is

has to say

For it isn't your father or mother or wife 
Whose judgements you must pass.
The man whose verdict counts most in your life;
Is the man in

Drunk as hell all by hisself
Saying he's the only one that could exist 
Whose God is this?

He showed up not long ago
Bout 1952
All dressed up in some

to know
Love is where it begins
A special certain someone
Whose more than subpar
Are you that someone
That can love from your heart
A special certain

fear
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure
Mingling toil with peace