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Bob Dylan say
It's been fifteen now since my father passed away
But I can still picture him in his overalls

Standin' around the house where he made his

could dig it if you could call him from stage. His name is Dirty Tom Nomads M.C.," signed "Thanks, Bear" or "Bean," I can't tell . . . Well, if he's out

but I'm a young prodigy
Nudie denim, they from overseas
They made in Italy
They try to bite my energy, so I gotta bob and weave (yeah yeah)
I'm the one

beautiful moments that we had
I wish they would continue but you left them in the past
I fold my hands and pray to God for him to give you back
He wrote some

Mother Ghetto

Papoose

The Nacirema Dream

2013

a boppin rhythm,
Had to take a leak behind the green garbage can,
Who needs a pot to piss in?
That's when I bumped heads with my man, he out of prison

and cards.
i learned chess at 8, when i learned my funny valentine.
i met bob dylan. He called me a poet.
i rode with maximilian shell,
and leonard cohen in

the fan?
Ashy Slashy or the Rabbi?
Henry Tandey or Bob Marley?
I know you wanna mark me
And everyone just like me
Conservaties be markin'
The laws that they

Fate's Right Hand

Rodney Crowell

Fate's Right Hand

2003

and the bees
The momma's and the poppa's and the monkeys in the trees
It's the brothers and the sisters living life on the street
Play a hunch pull the punch

kids hopin' up beyond sixteen)
Beyond Trayvon he lives in a song

I get feared looks, but I live 'round here
My house right next to yours
But I still get

law
Fuck my family & all of my haters, don’t even trust y’all 
Having conversations about me in private, broke the law, traumatized by the pain, when it

I'm Gonna Do You

Jungle Brothers

Badmeaningood, Vol. 3

2003

brother, face you like a man
Treat you like a bady, hold you by the hand
I give you a yard, you try to take a mile
You're grinnin' in my face, callin' me

leaves her light on
For me to find my way home
On my knees I'm defeated by them all
In a tunnel I'm so unconscious
Stumble in the darkness questioning

Oh Yeah

T.I.

Fuck Da City Up

2012

Bet we go take us some lines 'fore we go take it to law
Boy I got fire in my eye, look at me [?] and go off
Watch how you come at your fate, nigga

to the cheese
I ain't never been a rat, but I really let it cheese
So my brother, they on top of the papers
He tried to send me on the road, but I really beat

thoughtless
So any problems that we had I just solved it
Speeding in the charger do a drive by
Bullets connect to his head like it's wifi
I put diamonds on my

getting passes off call Rodger Goodell
Bitch I'll stand up and say fuck a nigga couch, I'm Dave Chapelle
I put my trust in Jesus, then he let me down, now I

come around us
We can tell by the way that you walk
My boy be pushing prescription
You can't catch him slippin
He ducking the law
If I could record with

Freedom of Speech

Above the Law

Livin' Like Hustlers

1990

well, change the station
Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind
Sink in your mind, creep from behind
So fast that you won't have time
To deny a brother

on me nigga, let that choppa blow
Yeah, all my niggas, they be sliding (Yeah, we be sliding)
Yeah, catch em out in traffic then he dying (Then he dying)

your brother
three or four of your cousins like it's nothin' (Bzzz)
Buzzin'
"He ain't really from the hood nigga
If I catch him in the hood I'ma" (Bzzz)

knocked the door off
Now swing me down on Rochelle Park right by that motel

Keep the car running, he think it's sweet, so he licked
Hold that, what is

tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell

tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell

tell these lyrics i got them coz i always stand by my choices by what i beleive in, no i never left them, never doubt them for those id go to hell