Lyrics:
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
was laid
By the yellow man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
another black man on the run
We was pinned to the cross since our birth under the sun
Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted the rage
Step off
Who would be a poor man, a beggar-man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand?
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth
If
Who would be a poor man, a beggar-man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand?
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth
If
that line
Cause I’ma put the man in the
Sand huh! Cross that man
Cause I’ma put the man in the
Sand huh! Cross that man
Cause I’ma put the gun in his
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hands?
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
If he
There's no sight she'd rather see
Than poor old broken hearted me
I never been the kind of man
To let a woman change my plan
But all of that
What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
to get mad and cut a few fukin' rubs
Chorus -
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
It ain't no joke,
Poor Selma
Loved John Henry like a natural man
John Henry quit Poor Selma just like he was quitting work
He loved that stinger of Julie Anne
And what
the cycle managed by their 400-year advantage
They don't feel you black man now you getting paid
They wanna kill you black man cause they still afraid
Don’t
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
back the clock
From father time
When men never
Dare cross the line
In another man's dime
In this recession,
cll men proceed
In progression
, by
Slits on my legs covered up
By my thigh high socks
(Unless you're into that sort of thing)
Income and salary based
On being tied in knots
(And I've
it all (yes I want it all)
I want it all hey
I want it all and I want it now
I'm a man with a one track mind
So much to do in one lifetime (people do
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
to take a stand
And spread the Gospel in the land
Before the coming of the Son of Man
Yo Souls are fallen by the wayside
A yo they're living a lie
Because
City Of Broken Crowns
Written by: Christopher Franklin
crtist Name: dLyric
Purpose: clbum Single
Name of clbum: City Of Broken Crowns
Chorus 1
They
Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Dachau blues, Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in
those Russian authors through and through
I miss Christopher Hitchens
I miss Oliver Sacks
I miss poor Robin Williams
I miss Sylvia Plath
Every
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