Lyrics:
Felt like everyone wanted to keep me at bay
well 5 north where i was locked up by force
psychiatric ward where they had me strap to a board
another
The tool by the gate kept somewhat of civil order
Question
Will you book it when you hit the border
Niggas saying never change just to drop dimes and ended
She lives by herself in a duplex
Across the street from McKinley park
Goes swimming only after dark
And wears a ring to ward off sharks
She has
the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more
More, more, more
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But, when I'm tired
the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more
More, more, more
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But, when I'm tired
Chorus:
On on, and on an, Downtown, downtown
The place that I'm chilling at is Down Town
Where people get the party on its Down Town, Down Town
When
can’t achieve my dreams, I give you a hundred why
I’m the one who’s soarin’ the the skies, while you man wonder why
Some keep a scripture by their side I
one's born every minute
and all the cats you roll with are living proof of that schedule
man listen, I'm willing to bet your DJ was born one minute ahead
On the outside
Hopped out the Beamer I've been cruising in The Mo
Broke my wrist now I gotta let em know
Fifth ward I just packed out a show
Started a riot now I
dough, stack it like white folk
Dry white season no black in the rainbow
Flash floods see the settlements go AWOL
Sicker than AIDS wards
Black-balled by
He took a vow by the lake
To never give in to acts of fate
Just a washed out kid with a bag of tricks and a heartache
He had his own wishing well
Like Leon I'm a cleaner
You're just a peon
I'm blowing reefer out the beamer
All my niggas is dealers and men of leisure
Sneakers, gorilla glue stick
left demons slayed by a swordsman
Portals start warping, now my wards are happy campers
Stanza ain't got a hook, fills the sketchbook of a ranter
Emerging from the center of the earth
Willing and able to take control
Of all unfinished situations
By leading the out-casted souls
To the power
Lay That Needle Down (Jones, Powell, Ward Gunther)
this heart is like a pair of beat up blue jeans
ripping apart at the seams
faded but I can't
Taking heed; we tread,
Losing ground with every step;
Lest we stray too far
T'ward the paths less worn
I lift my gaze from the trail
Reaching for
Oh, to rest my eyes
To drift upon an ebbing tide
Such dreams as have never flown upon high
but horizon ward, like crows, black tempests fly
"I love my kids, I'm happy", he'd say, satisfied.
But on the nappy he was crucified:
He's dead now, of course - needless to say -
Family wiped off by
sinners, bring to you the new psalms yo
check the cheek on him, check the charm, tho
Check the charm yo
an epic outro to the street tragedy
club classics
I might be just a narcissist
It's probably just some shit talk
Fist inside your bitches ass I lost my fuckin wrist watch
Master of the Casio
I'm
di souls fram di Master
But him know seh mi have di verse pon track
So when him come by mi lick him wid di Hebrew and Psalms Yeah
And mi lick him wid
meant for all to stop and see
Set it aside to move the traffic like Moses did on the sea
I'm on go, word to Garrett Morgan
Crazy how we walked and made
this ward
Thane of Cawdor dubbed by the king
All men will testify this day
Banquo, my friend can ye trust thine eyes
Set forth announce of my new name
Born to refuse, and raised to exclude
Fed myths to disprove by post-colonial prudes:
The city was evil, some country was evil, the hippies were
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