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Trapped out in apartments 
Niggas picky wit the beef like salt grass 
(Uh)
They don’t wanna walk thru the tall grass 
You ain’t the only one

out here to put the story in the rap
If they want beef, I would beef back
But I might overreact

There's snakes out in the salt grass
I been passed

chilling at the salt grass
De brazil check the feel from the lyrics that am spitting
Turn the volume up let it rattle out the ceiling
Turn the light out but

everywhere and the grass no longer grows
Salt everywhere
In my thoughts
Salt in a bandoing oneself restlessy
In awareness helpless virtue without smile
It's

HOWLING PLEADING THE STARS
THAT LIGHT THE WAY
TO THE PIER OF THE LAKE

SECOND NIGHT ON THE NORTHERN EDGE
I WILL LEAVE YOU SALT OVER JUICY GRASS
SO IT WILL

of the rain, cut grass, salt
In the shade of a palm
I missed the flatlands that we called home

The shorelines sand-fleas
Waves breaking over me
But turn around

up 
When I wake up
I'm on da grind like a skater 
I want the paper 
I got no time for a hater a salt shaker 
c grass snaker Heart breaker 
I'm in Love

He Was in Heaven Before He Died

John Prine

Common Sense

1975

grass blade
Where the salt from their tears
Washed out with the tide

And I smiled on the Wabash
The last time I passed it
Yes, I gave her a wink
From

tags
Tall grass, asphalt, or salt flat
It's all jazz like an alphabet to Saul Bass
Bratty to the basic anatomy of a death stare
Passing through

I tend to the land grief
It started as barren and broken waste
So I watered it.
The water and salt of tears only grew grass, wild and
unruly, not

of mescaline two big bags of grass
A salt shaker half full of cocaine that ain't gonna last
Five sheets of acid raw ether too
Gonna turn us into devils come

gone that fly away
See again another day
I ain't got far to go
I feel them good vibes flow
And I focus on the good
Morning is a sweet time
Smell of grass

There's a rifle in the grass
And salt in the sea
A leaf hanging on a statue

And a wound at the knee
There ain't nowhere to look
That hasn't been

Represents our domination
Genocide scary faces
Deturpated bodies
While your god was sleeping
Mine was having fun
Green turned grey
Grass turned salt
Joy turned

wilter in the sun
Girls thirsty for attention so they keep flashing they bum
Don't succumb to fakes take em with a grain of salt
Just snakes in the grass

Yellow light, summer blues
Laying in your lofted room
Fresh cut grass, summer air
Salt water smells and love affairs
Wine drunk walk up studio

a blade of grass, he tasted salt, he dreamt of orchards
While the old men watched him fearing he might teach them something new
 
Kilballyowen watched him

grass soaking in sea salt not smoking it

It doesn't matter whether you're black, white, brown blue or green
Support us just a quarter as much 
And we'll

the deal
Whats the deal, you asked
There never was a deal going back
I found slugs in the grass
But i painted salt in the garden shed
Cant find me now, cant

would see the waves
How is the ocean, how salt tastes

Sitting quiet in the grass
Learn to appreciate at first
For without noble humility
Wouldn't be

showing effort
Wen none I been receiving
Outta all the spots on the leopard
You the one i peepin
Wit all dat salt am pepper
I guess da grass was greener
Let

greener grass
Tequila lime & salt in a margarita glass
& a dance floor for the two of us really no more keepin tabs
I can only see the future, I can't see

Can't see beyond the bills between
The salt and pepper shaker
Outside, the grass is knee-high on
Your almost half an acre
Bossman got you drownin' in

House Carpenter

Joan Baez

Golden Hour, Vol. 2

1977

house carpenter
And go along with me?
I'll take you to where the grass grows green
To the banks of the salt, salt sea

Well, if I should forsake my house