Lyrics:
folks so caught up in self
With their nose up looking down on everybody else
But as for me I gotta swallow my pride
When I think about my life tears flow
One two three
Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song.
And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong.
It ain't
just what you're wishing
Two folks in our condition
We'll never leave this bar room with our pride
So go about your earthly mission
Don't trust no
secretly and openly living distorted
Yet is a narrative not based on a true story
Most young folk can't hear anyways, it's disappointing
They take after
I drove cars that I never thought I would
I fucked broads never thought I could
See if I died tomorrow
I'd be in heaven with the folk that raised me
me how to grow, by lettin' go of pride
And these folks wish they could slide me, but they never will
Only real gon' stand beside me, boy, y'all better
I don't like being on stand by
I choose to live to get by
I don't need proof
I don't need you
Grown folks in a portrait
Looking perfect
I'm
What this world needs is a few more rednecks
Some people ain't afraid to take a stand
What this world needs is a little more respect
For the Lord
a big black round
Vat full of gurgling brew
Whispering sounds as the folk gathered round
"It came from the Black Bayou"
There ain't much pride when
hardly take a genius to realize
That I've always been a lot too arrogant
And a little too fucking wise
That was a combination that made a
Lot of folks feel
and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't want to blow it
But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
lost a job most folks 'round here would die for
By laying out all night and raising hell
And I let a woman that I love slip through my fingers
Chalk
A little bit gross, sit there alone with shit on their clothes
Simpleton folk, not so rich and supreme
Wits are extreme but no one seems to get to the dream
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
You can walk with me
And still be free
Ya know I'll hold you close
But I'll always let you breathe
And, if the fear behind
Those pretty little green
boy
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
Down by the River Poddle
Through whiskey stout and coddle
It's there with all the gentle folk
We drank and laughed and sung
And courted with your
a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I
Anti-Blackness is real, and kills more than cancer
People been marching before our folks were born
And we'll take to the streets for generations for sure!
By June
Bobby G on the beat
Love, life, loyalty, three words that I live by
I'd be remissed if I ain't do this here for the guys
Tried to hide my eyes,
This is Minister Metal Foot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift
Bird off prey circle, serf homes
This feel like ninety-nine
Twenty-eight eighty-nine
Before I wrote my first rhyme
Before them folks drop the dime
Before my watch told the time
Now
Cry
Check to check just getting by
Some days we would have sleep for dinner
Cause it's never been easy to swallow pride
Heart hurting but you gotta
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