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leave if I don't leave This patch of sky and native ground Take turns to push and pull you down Forget trying to live and be happy I'll take safe
from the native time, eighteen years young But it was the trade that made your money give me some Yeah, play on & play on & play on & play on Grand
Desert shadows creep across purple sands. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I see my long
place where in a prince might dwell, Oh why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell? Oh son I loved my native land with energy and pride 'Til
planted, We may not pass this way again, so take nothing for granted. Sitting here to my right, a friend closer than brother, Native of the land I see,
anymore The natives are hostile Whatever I say The thing they fear most is That I might want to stay By their side on a distant shore Can't go home
There were natives there called Guanches Guanches by the score Bullets, disease, the Portuguese, and they weren't there anymore Now they're gone,
was born landless This is tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But
from the native time, eighteen years young But it was the trade that made your money give me some Yeah, play on & play on & play on & play on Grand
earlocks But I may, she flocks round me like a donut She got sprinkles but I bite my way out More brothers come about, try to scheme slick But the Native
Illiterate to who where what and why So I ask myself: who am I? "I was born" A native new yorker on the streets Known for rockin' rhymes to real rough
son, his mother's pride and joy And dearly did his parents love the wild colonial boy At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home
By The Light Of The Moon Your Passion So Often Consumes Me Like The Lick Of A Native Tongue Tune Reality Is Ours To Create Fantasy Is Ours To Mold
the daisy Watching it die, see? Native is the new like Balance is the shoe Paul makes a mil like dill makes pickles Plus is to add like addin to the crew
from the natives, live only on rum I'm selling my memoirs, I'm writing it down If no one will pay me I'll burn down the town I'll rent out
We got a man on the moon (it ain't nothin' to me) We got more comin' soon (it ain't nothin' to me) Got natives in New Guinea with gold in their
on a greater day Home grown from the greatest grain Full flavor in the native strain Now put that on your brainy brain Full exposure to faith and slang Minimum
More brothers come about, try to scheme slick But the Native Tongue's thick Lick 'em real good, like a real hood should But the fly tape let the car
and oodles and oodles of O's you know Last of the fast Plug pipers at the door In your eye burning like rubbing alcohol Native is the Tongue that speaks
away Just a little tale from the streets of America (say a little prayer) Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria Trenchant, weary native
to being - deaf dumb and blind Illiterate to who where what and why So I ask myself: who am I? "I was born.." A native New Yorker on the streets Known
The hourglass is mine. But I'm her lover, Not a man bent on revenge, Hanging out here on the fringe, Of my native borderlands. Counting the days The sun
Desert shadows creep across purple sands. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I see my long
an island forty times Who whispers from the natives in their two paying cars. Angel got to see where you hide, She might know when you die. There's no place
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