Lyrics:
of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage that's when I got my folks hooked like
[Dre]
Deeper than deep dish hammers and vogues
Deeper fish in
know
Words get lost in the haze
What most people think
Darling, work for no mans dreams
Chorus:
Now, all the old widows
Carry love poems by their side
know
Words get lost in the haze
What most people think
Darling, work for no mans dreams
Chorus:
Now, all the old widows
Carry love poems by their side
what you got until you're comin' back
Down on the farmland Mississippi shade
The folks down there they told me take it day by day
And walk
life
We ain't starvin' like Marvin, won't see no roach
When ya chill wit' the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin' on leather watchin' big screens
raised in the south (raised in the south)
Country folk gon' ride on out (ride on out)
Now we're back roads cruising on a two path lane
Stopping by
a stuffy old church
Lord knows I never lived by the letter
Just sing one of my songs from time to time
Then I'm in a wedding dress on Chestnut
we sell it, smoke pays
While all the old folks pray to Jesus, soaking their sins in trays
Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
Thinking
I was not silenced by the darkness
I was not frightened by the storm
I wasn't broken by the violence
I found freedom in the form
I was not swept up
Grown Folks Music
Written and Produced by Johnnie B. Marshall, Jr.
Verse : Listen with your heart and soul while the song just takes control
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
Ain't wanna see em splatted by the Fo Five
Surrounded by the cloud like the old tribes
Living for the flesh really no prize
Why you think we giving
my own regret
Yeah
Too old to love, too young to die
Too bad to care, too nice to fight
No one will ever know my name (Yeah)
I'm just another folk
homie's s scaredy
Cat running from the prairie dogs
His god looks like a fairy hog
Tied up in the ropes of illusion
Kinda reminds him of the old folk too
Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little bro'
In Statesboro and my little 'cause Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang with
folks claim the scriptures are the only living truth,
Others swear by peter, paul or matthew, mark or luke,
Ah but there ain't a nicer passage just
shared is nearly done
And I'm goin' back to the place where
Folks like me are from
My people won't forget me
They'll kill me if I try to fight
But kids I've had, and they are sung
Upon folks' ears my babes are hung
Rhythmically they live among
And grow but don't get old
Not in a box, not in
shared is nearly done
And I'm goin' back to the place where
Folks like me are from
My people won't forget me
They'll kill me if I try to fight
through Mexico
We hitched a ride from an old pickup
And climbed in with the chickens in the back of the truck
I got to Tijuana by the middle of the day
back my soul, stole by one of these foes like Mack Moes
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose
Got my sky, fly, who that guy?
Slip 'em my
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
have that brother come over and add on to the cipher
"Sunshine! Everybody loves the sunshine!"
"Folks get down in the sunshine"
"Everybody loves
funnel cloud
It's a weak spell, you break it by looking around
So week-old funnel cloud
Where you gonna set down? Where you gonna set down
I wanna take
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