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Well I've always had a deep respect, and I mean that most sincerely.
The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think.
Oh by the way, which one's

Black people the makers, creators, innovators
Black people the ensemble, band, orchestra, playmakers
Black people are the alpha, the omega and that's

She never counts the days
cnd people going by her door
Don't understand her ways

But long and long ago she'd tell
Of the child the sheeog took

And repositioned
That's one unconventional exorcism
For the kiddo
Hearts on his pillow, bars on the window
Bar band send it from John Denver to G-n-R
Midnight

high school,
So my band hit the road.
And we didn't play no Skynyrd, either.
I came of age rebelling against the music in my high school parking lot.
It

the choice
Of many people here

For more or less
You do your best
For me it is good I guess

We trust our-self
From birth to death
Believe that good will last

2FA Hymn
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God

Helpless

Shelter

Beyond Planet Earth

1997

to the non-humane
We band to expose their twisted brains
Disdain their brains, I'm unashamed
When side effects disease the people, you'll know who to blame
What

a chick
Beat by Ayesean it's so fire
Aye Yungnitro gon' speed it up
Same face, Same name
I see everyday
People come and go
Like they do a fadeaway
Same

Smebbin'

E-40

Tha Hall of Game

1996

complain?
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the rain
When you was in the red, without a roof overhead
I helped your ass out, by puttin you in

nobody
Broke people need friends 
That ain’t me
Ion know nobody (2x)

Verse 2:
Opposition just old friends 
I aint impressed by em 
Broke people need

People too negative
Sleep on the things they enjoying
I wonder who gave em the sedative
Triplet the flow when I practice
It's easier but I know that

Thinking
One by one they're turning their backs on me, my friends
I will see you all judge my name
I don't pretend to know the path I'm 'gonna take

Surrounded by negatives, Channel my anger
To send it right back my electrons unstable
Things that I thought I knew turned into fables
People I thought I trust,

Been in the game longer then the count of fingers on separate hands
Seen the break of bands
And the ugly of the what can
Substance abuse
And the fade

There's nothing I can write
That does justice to our plight.

So this is the Song of Nothing
Played by the Band of No-ones
Here in the Land of Nowhere

Yo
I go by the name of Mo
I’m from the trifecta
Up in your sector
Here to make it last longer than I would in the pictures
So I scribble scripture

St. James Infirmary

Don Ewell

Live at the Barrel

2006

It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big

little band-aids 
Won't help me now
I can't speak
And i can't think straight
People around me
Wondering if i'm okay 

Please leave me alone
Hyperventailing

about your last name
And by the silicone strip mall mind a new culture is defined
Oh Florida
And the surf is really small, the surfers hang out in

You did me wrong young
You did me wrong
Snakey people don't have backbones that's why they don't stand for nothing
I was on backroads they was

I'm just a simple guy
With one friend
Who's sitting by the seaside
By himself
In the sand
He's got a book
In his hand
Airpods
In his ears
There's a band

Got the dragon by the head and the other end
Know we playing hard bands and rubber bands
Turtle shell stopping bullets everywhere
Sword the caliber

I covered the land in people and sticks
To sail on the rising sun
Where we stood in the dirt
Till our feet start to hurt
Looking down on what has