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When the lights go out, it's gonna belong to the poor
[stephen marley]
Dem crazy, dem crazy
Just those crazy boys, right and tough
Chorus 2x:
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You'll absorb so much more about doing fine when you're poor and being more careful and grateful and frugal
Maybe you're
Empty the throne
Breaking bones for a city in prone
The guilt has grown
Yuh, and I can't shake it off
Distracted 'till I'm numb from soft drink 'till
me
Ale, there!
Right, Mum!
Quick now!
God, that's good!
Nice to see you, dearie
How have you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary!
minds are an empty shell
Few ever really scape this hell
Rise up and take the streets take it back from the rats and pigs
We'll let those bastards know
prophetically
Denouncing their gains, while they go sporting some jewelry
I'm tempted by style and duplicating tom foolery
But then I'd have to say those
disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico
"I can leave this life behind me," I'll be busy chasing skirts
Those poor bastards at the tables are
cheerleader
six months of Winter
with your junkie drawlin’ borin’ bastard friends
sure could use a pick-me-up tonight
sure could use
someone to pick
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece,
salvation
Was determined from the start
For God's desire none be lost
Is deep within His heart
He took on flesh to be our
Perfect sacrifice for sin
For those
Intro:
To all those races, colors, and creeds.
Every man bleeds-for the countless victims and all their families, of the murdered, tortured,
No individuality, we're all clones. Robots made out of skin and bones[00:16.80]No individuality, we're all clones. Dumb people, smart
Hope the he'll cope with the broken bones
And stay strong 'till it blows over
And it will right? Answer me, don't kill quiet
Force fed hard to swallow
Late at night when my pen gon bleed
I look around what a friend gon need
A friend with weed is a friend in deed
We pick those sticks and we blend
they grind,
The meat and bone of the mind.
We gather here on the block (spacious thoughts)
They key broke off in the lock.
I'll meet you down by
won't even bite ya
Throw my toy outside
And I will go
And pick it up
Man I feel so terrified
Of those evil eyes
And this trepidation
God damn I feel oh
Don't say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome
I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin'
Huh,
Don't say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it'll bore your dome
I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin'
Huh,
doors of the 13th floor she prays
She says night fall gently on the weekend
When tempers are high and all those frustrations displayed
Pick up your
ladies throw their bones in my face
I get attacked by a kid with stereo sound
I don't want to hear it but he won't turn it down
Life is tough but it's
bastard and real mean
But when the mothers and the fathers all took their toll
They stripped his bones white clean and dumped him
In a hole
His heart still
of that lonely miss
I could’ve had less sass when I spoke, I actually owed her it (I'm sorry)
And as a bastard and an only kid
I should’ve clashed with
consciousness
Drift off in the abyss thoughtfulness
Dropped often off a cliff by mob bosses
Left with the fish sleeping dreamlessly six feet beneath it in lost
to protect schoolchildren from bears
Climate change is a hoax perpetrated by Al Gore, who also invested the algorithm and named it after himself.
This just
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