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earned not given, bigg coke taught me a lesson or 2
Don't fuck with me or my family or you gon go missing
Cut you into pieces by the river, now you
Uh
He say he want a bad, okay
Uh, okay (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
He say he want a bad bitch (it's me), chocolate and nasty (mm)
A freak, but
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On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving
Down by the clear river I rollicked along.
I heard an old man making sad lamentation;
He
oak tree
Those who stumbled upon her knew it just couldn't be
For every man who gathered by her side swore her neck was kept and clean
But some said
Old fashion glass on the bar, frosted
Grizzled chin steps across the room, he's exhausted
He's halted, by an image unsettling
Panic ensues, in his
bitch that's called trust
Same shit new hook
Same old situations
Yeah rappers swear by the book
But forget to skip the basics
I've been patient with
Found a stone on Thirty-second street in a field all overgrown
Said “Here lies old poor Regina. Died tonight.”
By my house that’s laden marble with
When I was a girl, I had a favorite story
Of the meadowlark who lived
Where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the
Angels' in it's glory but she
When I was a girl, I had a favourite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the angels' in its glory,
But
what I've done
I took his eye as a prize
The man who laid with my wife
Lays at the bottom of that river where the sun never shines
Another day when
The pretty little ladies walked by
Then the days got cold
And we turned into the sinners
Playing games til the old man
Called us all for dinner
Ain't it
a little boy who has a secret
I do not know its name
Though it's ever intertwining
And I believe it must look like an old man shining
We were
I was raised up poor without no runnin water
I dipped my bath out of the well behind my house
I spend most of my time by the ol Kentucky River
I'm
to ball out like it's game time
Making plays, blazing dank by my bae side, yea, that's my bottom dollar baseline
Ain't no way I'm gon' wait by the way side,
in his Lex
A man should be satisfied wit good by the food of his mouth
In a time of drought, his roots should still sprout
What the owl sees
daddy worked the river as a flat boat man
to pay the rent at the holy land
a trailer park in a shantytown
hook up and water, no money down. . .
Awful things are happening in this world today
Infact, the words of an old hymn come to mind
Its an unfriendly world
Tragedies by land and sea,
you hear it, too?
Or maybe I'm not describing it clearly to you
Because it's not entirely clear to me
For you to see, try to picture a river rushing
to survive day by day?
Man now my pay delayed... Where it at?!?
One inconvenience and our hope for stability go down in the drain
Yea down the drain
Privileged
Far over the high mountains and walls of fog, crowned by the River you may find Her... the great, green plane that is my land, I also think of Her when
old man hunted himself
Rifle, close range
Tucked the barrel under his chin like a napkin
Foolproof - any dummy could do it
Not him though
Bed Five
An implosion imposed
By forces outside
But in myself
I can not hide
From these erosive rivers
That go on ever flowing
Universal plights of man
Intentionally
of the lake
It was some jump, boy I got sunk
Kind of baptized on credit
Fishing down by the muddy bank
And I felt a pull and I give a big yank
I drug out
em meet me by the river B
(It's right over there)
Two guns just for symmetry
Bitch I had that shit on me
When I was playing Little League (Uh)
Yeah
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