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plug cry
God works in mysterious way and I don’t understand why
Blessed wit a father dad told me dont take no handouts
And to be a leader won’t follow so

What's a
What's a man if he ain't got no manhood
What's a woman if she don't save the goods
What's a hater if they don't show fake love
I wish more

cross this bridge
If we make it to the opposite
Side of where we stand
We can get some land and make a plan
Woman and man
But your only twenty something

one out again
Which way is home
I guess I'll leave it to my friend
Ten paces in
And I hear woman cry
So here I go again to
Find the reason why
And there

heard of
Barely had role models
They were all locked up
Most our fathers gone
We was raised by single mothers
You won't see me cry
Roll one up and feel

air Balloon go by
Be like Jimmy touch the sky
Passing out like a baby call it Rockabye
No lie, no woman, don't cry
Smoking Marley getting fried
Tea bag

make it rain on top her bootay
We can even play Faneto sing and dance until we blue-faced
We can watch a woman cry for help in public 'til its too late

rock my boat cos I dont wanna loose my temper,
No woman no cry so girl don't try cos I'm cold just like November,
And remember I dont wanna wait in vain,

We all have the right to life
To live in peace, more than survive
If you judge a man or woman by the colour of their skin
You've got a hole in your

Saying that it's all
Is a god damned lie though
A lie that I still like
And go by until I find my peace
"let it be" Imma die for, I know
It's only a matter

phone, man, it be so hard when he ain't home

I ain't cry, it been some years, so I don't know I'm holding on
I be feeling like it ain't no way that my

I can tell just by your face this part of us been gone for so long
And I know there's no replacing what we had going on for so long
But when it

eyes 
  
 She tried to give a cry for help 
 She even blamed things on herself 
 But no one came to her aid 
 Nothing was wrong as far as we could tell

Thoughts had been programmed to construct  a G.O.c.T path, 
So sad the remote tab got jammed by a whole band,
Damn!  
I Had Hope They won't throw trash

Superstition
Deep like the dream theme of Langston Hughes, like Ma Rainey, Beauford Delaney, Bessie Smith's Downhearted Blues
Deep like No Woman No Cry

wants to sit down and take
But no one wants to really create
Will I do
Got my bars like Kung Fu
Allergic to pussies
Achoo
I don't know where the hell they

me off the list, cause I am Going naughty
No picking numbers, no lottery
Never by luck to get to the top of the Buildings
Don't say you gonna do it,

Erosion of a civilised society
I cry in despair for every woman child and man
Who gave their lives for freedom in this green and pleasant land
Soldiers

Rata rata
Pretty lady can you be my hot spice
See plantain mixed with stew and jollof rice
I'm looking for a woman I can trust
Is that you
Are you

said that we won't cry
But man born of woman his days are short
And they are full of trouble
But my job is to lighten your burden
To help you through

Couldn’t put up no fight
Your love was too strong
When a woman like me
Has agreed to love you so
Worst thing you could do would be 
Lettin me go

Even though

I'm starting to give up hope on the earth
Can't you see all this hurt
Black Lives Matter
Police brutality and it seems like no one cares
For our

No affection in this motherfucker
All we have is the toast
To pain and lost nights
Where glasses break in fights
And doors are slammed shut
And I

continue to press on
Make the shit by hand and bring it to they front lawn
Musical being with excellence to which I'm drawn
Kiss the microphone until