Lyrics:
If you a black herb smuggler
They will watch you by the hour
It only means that if you have more money
Then you have more power
They will come
mother
Then drank a pint of beer
Me tears and grief to smother
Off to reap the corn
Leave where I was born
I cut a stoat black thorn
To banish
Early Sunday morning turkey wings and grits/Patrice rushen u remind me got the speakers lit/Lace up my black suade gores keep the the feet
A cloud-formed shell
Now in the dark there is
Only yourself and myself
Two proud, blacked brothers cry
Winter-locked side by side
To this inhospitable hollow year
Silent crows on the banks of the river
Pyres light the sky
Autumn breeze makes me shiver
Bodies floating by
Winter freeze conceals the bloodshed
The ones who I confide were gone in the black of the night!
As time Passes by regrets for the rest of my life!
The ones who I confide were gone in
up the old Winnebago
Baby, why don't we go
Rolling down a two-lane
Park it right, by the lake night
Catch a little moonlight
Open all the windows
And mumbled some words that were so strange to me
Then she turned up a two-eyed jack
My eyes saw red but the card still stayed black
She said the man you
Down at the edge of the world
By the lonely waters of Poor Fork
Time has curled
A knot of souls.
Someone let pride seep out.
Now the dark winds blow
One thing's for sure, two things for certain
Got booked with three bricks, you back home
Niggas workin' clown-ass niggas
Shoulda put you in
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
CHORUS2 (twice)
Shoes, shoes, little white shoes
(even if you disagree, even if you disagree)
Toys, toys, little black toys
Wish you well, wish you
follow the sign
Dancing and dining cocktails and wine
The sidewalk was crowded in front of the bar
I heard the siren of black police car
Two bodies
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
All the little boxes across the terrain
Sheetrock and two by fours with asphalt roofing
Plywood floors and soft queens to sleep
And rectangle screens
so blue, it's black too
New growth, new growth
All these fakes I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy, you're too flash,
Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is, listen
Rotten
miss Mayberry
Sitting on the porch drinking ice cold cherry coke
Where everything is black and white
Picking on a six string
When people pass by
and the muthafuckin' peanuts
Slice like a nip-tuck, specalizin' deep cuts
This the music that you ridin' to
Provided to you by Talib and Hi-Teck, the livest two (two
Black and gray clouds willow in the balance as the sun falls.
Rain plays a heart warming tune, on the pavement.
Emotions stir.
A feeling
final torment
We'll spit on the churches, we have an ideal
Black tortures you'll feel
The mankind goes to suicide
Thay have faith in Gods as false
Emerging from the center of the earth
Willing and able to take control
Of all unfinished situations
By leading the outcasted souls
To the power of Shangri-La
the score, from hammerton to marine park
Gotta get there, before it get dark, we arrive
She reload the black 45, concealed by the waist line
And nows
In the sodium light
Two priests on a ferry
October geese on a cold winter's night
All this time
The river flowed
Endlessly to the sea
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