Lyrics:
Steinem, where are you now?
Gloria Steinem, wait a minute,
I heard on public radio that Gloria Steinem was gonna be speaking at a rally for women's rights in
slept adjacent, laid there in waiting
Separated by hospital blinds
Little did we know a process had been initiated
Halted, then resolved with adoption
lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice
Here comes Frank and poor old Jim
They're gathering round with all my friends
We're older now, the light is
the shape I'm in
I just spent 60 days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough
Now here I am back out on the street
For the crime of having nowhere
truth, but tell me now why lie?
Some of us grew up schoolmates who're hired killers
Some of us move in with roommates who're water whipping
Some of us fork
the sound of you cry
Drugs never work, so baby say ""Hello, goodbye""
Yet someone pukes down in the alley as hog
'Cause we need new Jailhouse rock
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
back and forth (ping)
In jail smashed CDai's head on the floor
Front line, nobody can cross it (but try now)
You can drive thru
But nobody can walk
enjoy the concert, I've got it from here"
And I said, "Don't worry about this, Debbie will shake it off, now let's get the fuck out of here"
We got in
Four-leaf clover, frost in September
Stomped all over these delicate petals
Stuck in grief now, leaves in a jailhouse
Froze the blooms down, but you
dog Jim no one knows him at the gym
My dog Bin the race is run now let's begin
Swim, swim, swim
We're all in the water just a going for a swim
Swim,
Landing in this jam with man and then began dying
We slegna see dread through these retna's
We beg to be swept up by the blessed head inspecta
But all
Rollin through the block bumpin Jim Jones So Harlem "shit is getting funny to me"
I got a hundred on the sack
Wit my buddies in the back
Dreamin bout
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in
I just spent 60 days in the jailhouse
For the crime of having no dough
Now here I am back out on the street
Rolling with a rat then you're a snitch by association
All this pain, all this misery
I knew the gang wouldn't hold me down, I had an epiphany
Invest in
back proper
(Huh?) ended up runnin' off on the plug
I'm debatin' if I'm tapped if
I give them copper (Mad head)
Jailhouse, when it was gym time
In shorts
And right now, it's time for athletics
And over to Brian Goebbels in Paris
Hello! Well, you join us here in Paris
Just a few minutes before
lowclass Ape
Our Eminem would never
Benzino stuck in time
Jim Crow laws are state and local laws
(Deadbeat dad, deadbeat dad)
Introduced in the Southern
lowclass Ape
Our Eminem would never
Benzino stuck in time
Jim Crow laws are state and local laws
(Deadbeat dad, deadbeat dad)
Introduced in the Southern
motorists, for to their shame and dread
He'd beat off by the highway with a white sack o'er his head
Now every cop 'round Muleshoe had sought this man for
Let's start the year off right man
(That birthday s***)
Dip-set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enough, let's do it Killa
Up and now
aye gettin money like the boys in the bands
but it’s me by myself in a room with a mic go figure
pull up ableton & make a jam, send it back
close,
I don’t believe in no one’s faith,
I don’t wanna be in nobody’s church,
I just own now the road that I rove,
Found the place where I belong,
Found
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