Lyrics:
creation
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for de old plantation,
And for de old folks at home.
All de world am sad and dreary,
Eb-rywhere I roam,
Oh,
outside
Yeah but every Friday weekend
when the big tom cat's away
you'll find the plantation shakin'
by the butler and the upstairs maid
Don't need no
whole plantation in one night to separate
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we ain't holdin' blame
nobody gonna love you better than
This southern gentleman
I'm gonna, open up these plantation blinds
To the sun coming up in your pretty blue eyes
cotton and the slave plantations
From the Plantation to the Penitentiary
From the yassuh boss to the
ghetto minstrelsy
In the heart of freedom ... In the heart of freedom ... In
d'quelques plantations
Société d'consommation, la ville, c'est l'île de la tentation
On partira à la campagne, on vivra d'quelques plantations
Manger,
Make I put on Insta put on Twitter
Make I show them the definition of a diva what
Your back like plantation Gogo
Put that waist on rotation Gaga
On point
compliqué pour me détendre, fume la plantation
Je casse les portes et je déménage
Gros, vais tout niquer minuit pétante, t'en veux du plan d'action
Je
roam
I'm a still a-longin' for the old plantation,
Oh, for the old folks at home
Ah-oh-oh!
Oh, my my!
Well, way down upon the Swanee River,
roam
I'm a still a-longin' for the old plantation,
Oh, for the old folks at home
Ah-oh-oh!
Oh, my my!
Well, way down upon the Swanee River,
roam
I'm a still a-longin' for the old plantation,
Oh, for the old folks at home
Ah-oh-oh!
Oh, my my!
Well, way down upon the Swanee River,
roam
I'm a still a-longin' for the old plantation,
Oh, for the old folks at home
Ah-oh-oh!
Oh, my my!
Well, way down upon the Swanee River,
this creation
Pretty little wife on a big plantation.
All I need to make me happy
Two little boys to call me Pappy.
One name Sop and the other name
sell bricks by the gas station
Never had a foundation
White man split up all my people on the plantation
Hope somebody prayin' for all they salvation
a "God damn"?
I am the best in my field like a slave
Who said fuck emancipation, burned the plantation
Facing death, and then put the master in his
still racist 'ville
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
she'd only let me in
But she's gone with the wind
Well, she dreams of white plantations
With ballrooms just for dancing
From a time when romance
Le the music flow, oh Lord
We've paid that price so many times
Comes to claimin' dues we're the first in line
Freedom songs echoed these plantations
I
em as tools and slaves
Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations
I robs the damn nation
So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
everybody
Black, White, Latino and Asian, we cold raisin'
The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau
To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations
McTell
See them big plantations burning
Hear the cracking of the whips
Smell that sweet magnolia blooming
See the ghosts of slavery ships
I can hear them
a kush coma
Kush coma, I am in a kush coma
Half asleep with that cotton mouth
Weed grow house on plantation
Nuggets the size of Rakim rings
Got my head
all around over the plantations. Plays for the sukey jumps. He is the first man to start the sukey jump playin' in the world, and he would go all
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