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Are intimidated by my high academic achievement."
Buffoon: "This movie sucks shit!"
Valedictorian: "Well, Ebel gave it thumbs up, but Ciscel thought it
insurance for accidents, different ways to flip it back
Keep coming to the bottom, I was living offa CAP
Came off food stamps and cash assistance, they
ad
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half bad
"Yes, I like Piña Coladas and getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
find you food and shelter
Show you fire to keep you warm
Through the endless winter storm
You can live in grace and comfort
In the world that you
7th Ward hot boy, chopper drums
Dragon breathin' in the sun
The devil in me got an easy job
Demons in my head, I must confess
They speak in tongues
a personal ad
And though I'm nobody's poet
I thought it wasn't half bad
Yes I like pina coladas
And getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food
I
back in the day,
V21C Woman 2
Thought to write a story, that led to their glory.
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Charles Russel, Upton Sinclair, went underground,
Nothing sadder than the song that’s being sung
By 21 guns
21 guns
Every year they hold a parade
In this little town where their hero lays
Signs hanging
smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
Slinging for chips the fiends with burnt finger tips
Jubilee motherfucker you ain't bout it
It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga
It's a third ward nigga and we bout it
Misdemeanor motherfucker
I was travelin' down the road, feelin' hungry and cold
I saw a sign sayin' food and drinks for everyone
So naturally I thought I would take me
night stand
Formula music, girly guile
Genuine junk food for juveniles
Up and down the dial
Mercenary style
I watched the stars chuck down their
the old house
We weren't ready for this
We weren't ready for this
Stale beer and cigarettes
Old food and a love I'll never forget
We'll sing, "Moments
Yeah
I need somethin' from David Ruffin right now
Where you at, David?
Kick some shit for me, cuh
It's in the air
Yeah
It's everywhere
Haha
Growing up what it was like
Section 8, grab a plate
Food for thought, gravitate
Food stamps, social services tryna take me away
My mama locked up, I pray
to school at The Home of the Vikings At Valley
Go For Gold, Valley Up, Get on that Viking Ship, Valley Rally
This land isn't quite McFarland, Cali
Mexicans
myself somebody else will
Let me explain
All we ever do is just buy buy buy
Can't afford to live? Just die die die
No meal so it will be slumber
Food for
Fruit for your soul
Food for thought
Food for hoes
Food for everybody we all gotta eat though
Ah fuck it
Dream of a scorpion two
at the road less traveled.
The ignorant roads, are easy, ....
But they never,....lead you to home.
May he find himself path-ward,
cnd bound......for
shell
Cause when I was 21
I thought I saw the sun
I wished for cars and porcelain dreams
But I was just a scream machine
Cause when I was 21
I thought you
Just for today I can ward off the night
Oh ask – why detain, are you certain, define?
Dust on the stage, why run from it all?
Adjust what you made; I
Empty Space and Wasted Time
Written by Gary D. Ward, Gary D. Ward, All rights reserved
I was living my life, on the edge of a knife
I never thought
to
Really go against the grain and
Challenge thought fearlessly for example:
George Bush doesn't care about black people
And another thing is
People are so
ghosts, I'm hearin' voices
Made a M by makin' choices
That make me see these haters' truest colors
Free my brothers, die for them, that's on my mother
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