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Harlem

Jim Jones

Harlem: Diary of a Summer

2005

in my glass blunt filled up with haze

We congregated in front them grocery stores
Sellin' crack held gats and conversate while we smoked the raw

sweet ass merch, yeah
Seeing our fans wear our t-shirts
At every show we play

Oh yeah, it's the punk rock way
Seeing our CDs on display in all the stores

the air down a broken hill
Apartments by the riverside
Talkin' to the river a while
He said thanks, try and go round with a smile

You know I should work

lanes that glow

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own

to the bros za in the wood ima keep it rolled
Trap been good I got me a store
Now I can get'em in by the load
They thought it was dope but I'm moving clothes

Mmmhh

My children play all day long
In my garden singing
Oh, what a stupid song
I'm checking out the online store
I have guitars but I want more

On the days when I would ride a lonely highway
Had no direction to go
You and me could drink whiskey and along down by the beach
Pretend to talk

They're queuing up on the walk of the fame
For the Funko Pop toys
There's a line gone around and behind
An abandoned Pep Boys
I'm in a coffee shop

And the presents by my tree 

Are ones my parents bought at the store, but
I believe in you
No matter what people say

I believe in you 
I know you’ll come Christmas

No Ca$h For Xma$
Aka No Cash For Christmas
By Robert B. Deioma

Nobody has to tell me it’s so.
My Cash flow is slow and my finances low.
I remember

store, I'd strut on by
With my ding-a-ling, catching every eye
The cashier grinned, 'Boy, what you got there?'
I said, 'Just my ding-a-ling, without

One Man Arsenal

Edan

Primitive Plus

of the brain that stores the sound
That is heard consequently, calms all sequentally
Mentally pokin in the fluids that be quenchin me
Thirst for rehearsal,

bout this hustle shit we be them boys
Wasn't serving by the store serving by the crib
My niggas really from the Roe ever since a kid
Saying that they

and delicious lemonade
Souvenirs and ginger beers and lovely little toys
Just the thing for grownups and little girls and boys

One day a little green cuckoo he

Burning from the sky burning from the sky
He's burning from the sky

Jet, burning from the sky, Icarus
Legend, told by the blind it was Bush
Do you

THE CHURCHES AND THE BARROOMS AND THE 99 CENT STORES
IN THE SWIRLING SMOKE AND SUN OF 2ND STREET

AND THE NOISE AND THE TOYS AND THE EXPATRIATED CUBAN BOYS
MAKE

toy bear you'll need a replacement
KO niggas from the dark at 12 A.M at the park
Rules should be followed by none
Only fuck niggas know that sending

to the store
Your moms there
She looks like a nice lady
Straight to the toy isle
See what I find
A tamagotchi
And it already died
Knocking over isles
Cuz we're

really it's all love yeah yeah
Let's fuck in the dressing room wiping my dick off in the designer store by appointment only
Uhh uhh
Just got my tires

toys
And bring them out this year
Let's make it clear, I'm hear for the money
So when you see me
Say there go that nigga Rick Slick Diggly about his

the store, fuck her good right by the floor, girl yo dreams I won't ignore
I like keeping her right on the side of me, she fuck it up I swear I don't wanna be

present
Twenty fourth of each December cookies by the chimney
Fairy better deliver, when his teeth missing
Still scab picking, begging mama and papa for

and the room is empty
We don't brew good spirits here
Liquor store and the decors' lonely
How's that for symmetry 

No more gettin fooled by your love songs

Look at these bands I say I do
Took her by the hand like who are you
Pull up with the shorty she pull up with the crew
Let's kai shi like she know