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Never Again

Remedy

Wu-Tang Collective

2003

by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too

Soul survivor he rests his head
There's a bone he's gotta pick with the living dead
There's a vendetta that can only be settled by his baretta
Put

for those that lost sight
Of the promenade
Now heed the words of the poor righteous
That build with mathematics for those
Whose path is empty
But y'all

listen to them, I hear poor rhymes and bad chords
I've pulled out all the stops, worn them down to the bone
But your rappers are phony, yeah, your rappers

Step back from that cliff
And inch towards a blade
Or shut your eyes
Take a risk
And have a little faith
No good choices
Pick your poison
Painful

Yanning logically aye is prejudiced
Stereotyped
The poor masses are to blind to realize 
Every 365 still trying to survive
Waking up steady days

Never play with your heart only love and protect
I'm talkin' real Aretha Franklin level respect
To tell the truth I kind of feel bad for your ex
Poor

bee or something
I used to be broke
Yeah
Piss poor
Diamonds they dance
Look like a disco
I get it popping
Look like some crisco
Told her to stop it
You

Kensington
The poor bastard
He was actually from
East Hunsbury

Silver screen
I saw it on the silver screen
God help us if it's true
God help us if it's true

This is how I'm giving back to all those who done had my back
Yeah, during times when I would lack and blurry skies my mind went black
Yeah, for them

voice
Blind persecution born to no choice

That bastard Barry he's like all the rest
To the hanging of the poor the mans obsessed
I wonder how to history

no good he stayed in trouble all the time
Mama always had to go to court and get the boy out of trouble. 
But I am told tonight those boys grew up
One

Don't you color me by the way you paint your picture
I'm happy just the way I am
It's been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure
I'm a bastard

Where Do I Fit In?

Mr. Big

Hey Man

1996

Don't you color me by the way you paint your picture
I'm happy just the way I am
It's been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure
I'm

You were always a coward
The greatest fuckin' bastard
You learn to hide in the shadows
And in darkness you'll die drowned

Betraying your ideals

I am a strong tree grounded in the earth
Feel it in your bones supporting your back
You are not alone
You are not alone

Connect with your deep
Your

Hard Times

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her

it

Last night I dialed your number
cnd you didnt pick up
Last night I dialed your number
cnd you didnt pick up

Surrounded by family and friends no

The Escape

Chris de Burgh

Moonfleet & Other Stories

2010

And so it began, 
The story how Elzevir would look after John as his own son,
And the smugglers betrayed on Moonfleet Bay 
by Maskew looking now

on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture

I've got a bone to pick with you, an axe to grind
While you grovel on your knees you're next in line

The axe will fallupon us all
Burnthis system down

you a bone
The main character in an action movie like Stallone
Be sure to keep your mind your own
By dodging all these clones
They ain't telling me what

connected to the inner ear. These bones are responsible for detecting vibrations, but they are not able to pick up sound waves in the same way that ear drums

didn't mean to get offended by those criminal records
But if he hadn't done it, his enemies wouldn't let up
Striking at his homies, extruded innocent