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goes my mouth when I think of all the hopes
Of those poor people dashed and don’t forget the pope
With that stupid white beanie what the hell is he

Into The Woods (Prologue) [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

Paul Gemignani

Sondheim: Into the Woods [Original Cast Recording]

1988

to the Festival?
The poor girl's mother had died
You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
The Festival!
The King's Festival?
And her

to the Festival?
The poor girl's mother had died
You, Cinderella, the Festival?
You wish to go to the Festival?
The Festival!
The King's Festival?
And her

wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt

the face, closed casket
Huh, huh, bop
Look his pretty kids in the face, poor bastards
Goddamn, drive bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib

about those piss poor execs without dignity
Look both ways before crossing the dotted line
Don't flush away the logical thoughts in your mind
Let's talk

One harmless mistake and me fighting days are done
But I swear to those poor sods, when I go abroad
I'll make it back with far fewer bullet holes
It's

Raps of the Titans

PMD

Welcome To The Goondox

dock, I make your whore like cock
Because before me, shorty was a poor dyke twat
Im not the type to like to keep the shit fair when I'm fightin'
If I

quick they were to take the life of Tamir
Rice, This life is so precious
How could be taken by those that we pay to protect us
Leaving that party as if

this day be my final, perhaps I would see
That good lady war might smile upon me
The spilling of blood, an alluring painting for eyes to behold
Those who

adored
A dagger to her breast, to stop her breathing
Those bastards cut her throat to stop her screaming

From the shadow back to light
To see the love

You wish to go to the Festival?

The poor girl's parents had died-

You, Cinderella, the Festival? (What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?)
What, you

control, control
Yeah
Control, control, control
Control, control, control
Cops aren't bad everywhere all the time
But all cops are bastards and racist by

up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin

Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates

really don't and

E.Y told me to master my craft
Poor bastard doesn't know that it isn't the dash
Poor bastard doesn't understand the talent I have
Poor

fondest memories Reminiscing back
On how things used to be
Junior high days
Being one of those poor kids
I was always last
To get what all my peers did Yeah

The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before

there's no gold, the only value money's got
Is the value we give it, while those on top
Collect fat stacks of cash flow by exploiting the poor
Everyone

And those in low social classes
That happens to be Hispanics
And black kids
Malice tactics by them bastards
On an average Sunday masses
Triple fractions mamas

And those in low social classes
That happens to be Hispanics
And black kids
Malice tactics by them bastards
On an average Sunday masses
Triple fractions mamas

warranties
Black Ceasar, dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa
They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin

just as far as you can
It's so hard to be poor these days
I watch it all collapse through a midnight haze
Hey copper man with your slick black hat
Throw

The Battle of Epping Forest

Genesis

Selling England by the Pound

1973

a visit I pay - and does it pay!"
And his friend, Liquid Len by name,
Of Wine, Women and Wandsworth fame,
Said "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that

Holy Intellect

Poor Righteous Teachers

Holy Intellect

1990

to place me as a role model.  
Should one say role model? or should the term be example? 
Of a wise black leader speaker 
Some say poor righteous teacher