Lyrics:
them off the floor
It's expensive being poor
But I look good when I get desperate
And the box is on the fritz
It's a black and white, or was
I
to change the world
Decided to stage a jumble sale
For the poor, for the poor
It's a waste of time if you know what they mean
Try shaking a box in front
yuh
Yo man uninspired yuh
Work too hard he tired yuh
Yo man sleep on a mattress
No box springs it flattened
Yo man whip be crashed in
I just bought
the fence
My cousin lives in a box my uncle back on the bricks
My brother was busting zips down after six
He dropped out of the schoolhouse to make a flip
My causa clean dat poor soul
Those dirty killing,
In approach
Hoping expose
Careful of the note,
We won't longer live in worn box
Always keep you
looking forward to cancer, man, I want that throat cancer
That's the best kind, you know why?
You get that throat cancer, you get that voice box thing
Know
here I am today and I’m broken hearted
A chuisle grá mo chroi
Won't you buy a box for me
And have the prayers of Dan from Connemara
Sure I'll sell them
die poor thats for sure
Cause slick in the building just in case you ain't know
Breaking down the gate kicking down the door
When the going get tough
till they ris' it
For Larry was always the lad
When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend
straight out and will be a goal kick. Intercepted nicely by Arnold, who passes to Kane, who brings the ball into the box, gets the cross in, surely a tap in
Who'll build a box for Black Paul?
I'm enquirin on behalf of his soul
I'd be beholdin to ya all
For a lil' information, just a little indication
I'm in my flesh box
I'm in my meat tube
I've got my looking globes and my
Looking globes are looking over to you
Wearing my muscley shoes
Music Box
Old dusty music box
You were, on the shelf
Rusty and cracked with tears
From time, day and night
The ones you played for
Those you
One, two, three, four
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In
Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie",
And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.
Years passed
to change the world
Decided to stage a jumble sale
For the poor, for the poor
It's a waste of time if you know what they mean
Try shaking a box in front
to go
(Yeah) A nigga was broke
But a nigga wasn't poor
At the lowest of low
I was living off hope
Fought my way out that box
That was all that she wrote
Poor fool, he makes me laugh
Ha ha, ha ha, ha, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Time I tried to get a better, better half
Poor fool, he doesn't
When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood
Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast
Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body
Back in the days I remember when I was stuck in square one
I fought hard to break out the box now I’m feeling like that I’m clear gone
I got a real
Even if we're living in a cardboard box
We could still be living off the love we got
You said we'd last forever as long as we're together
We found
sicker
Black box won’t follow you
Whispers won’t follow you
Lady El Faro
Lies on the bedrock
Poor like a San Juan lottery
Some went out lookin’
After
They do me ice cold like cube
We gone have a good day Ice Cube
Tryna stuff me in a box like cube
Road get bumpy then it get smooth
No smooth criminal
THERE'S A LITTLE BOX OF PINE ON THE 7:29
(George Brown - Dette Lee)
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