Lyrics:
sprang to his sleigh,
To his team gave a whistle,
An' away they all flew
Like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim
As he drove out
somehow somewhere someplace sometime
You gotta go back down the road you leave behind
Stuck out on the highway one night
Many years gone by
Had the hood
Go down Moses, oh Lord
Go down into Egypt, oh Lord
Tell ol' Pharoah, oh Lord
Free my people, oh Lord
Do you not get it lads? The Irish are the Blacks
And got a job workin' for the San Antone police
Well he had a pistol now
Cause these are desperate times
Well ol Jackie he got married
But his ends they
age
When the bandstands had a thousand ways
Of refusing a black man admission
Black musician
In those days they put him in an
Underdog position
funny how wasn't nobody interested
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus
Now I am
(Here's to the Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they
Does it gotta come down to this
In order to see things for what they are and what it is
We still might not be free up in this piece
Or treated
I put the name Microphones on the tapes I would make late at night after work at the record store. I was already by then a couple years deep into
At night I searched the local bars
And the migrant towns
Lookin' for my Louisa
With the black hair fallin' down
I always need you by my side
My thoughts are heavy keep it light
I get so caught up in the night
But like the moon you give me light
You're so
feel
She keep it real
Like balloon strings, she holds it down
They don't get the message
She curve them DMs when I'm around
She sophisticated
She pay no
to the most high
Drove by
On a mission like it's '05
Henny' bottle, Fendi belt
My shit is felt
I was locking in
Six months without no help, it was routine
the Callie
That boss ordered us lobster tails late night in forty
We was out there tryna rig the stress
Had a beat tape from Stretch, rest
Black TEC, black
to town!
Yeah 10-4 Frosty what's your twenty? Guitar Town! Well they oughta know what to do with them toys down there for sure, well
mercy sakes good
Now it's 2am
I can't sleep I'm staring down at the telephone
I drove by your house
The lights were on but you were gone no one was home
Those good old
of girls
Only two kind of girls
Good ol' big ones and big old' good ones
Baby mama girl!
Not prejudice I like the light ones
White ones, black as night
sight
So we just get by
Look up to a sky that cycles through these days and nights
With thoughts on our minds
Like do we even have the time
To chase these
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
and c-i-g-arette ashes
From that burned down Baptist Church
Where little black fists never got raised
In the light of today's practice, supposed post-blackness
cheers
And chanting I started panicking and shitting bricks
Next thing you know I was getting raped by all three Dixie Chicks
After they were done their
Coz i be 'night crawling' like an 'X men'
Theyre trynna get me like the code to the wifi
But if they try to stop me amma drive by
Like swerve swerve in
searching Carolina
My presence online is something akin to Vine
Cause I only last for six seconds, but they still sign up
And I don't need no zips for
rushin' people with your super black bag
Jumping down on some black men with both feet cause they're after their B-A
But you're never around when your BA
Piece by Piece imma get there just like a rubix
These bars a ruthless I just hope I don't lose this
These girls in my lane got me swerving
They see
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