Lyrics:
Texas behind
It was thunderin' and lightnin' when we left Nolan County
The bus rolled along through the night
And Old 36, was the magic black
store
With all of us watching, we didn't lover her anymore
Peep my poem, Mother was my old home
Good winners looted, in my old home
Religion is burned
Of the Magazine Wall/Hump, helmet and all?
He was one time our King of the Castle
Now he's kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
And from Green Street he'll
guess
Convinced yourself of your good intention again
With your mind made up and fortified
By a belief system
By this old time religion
And your mind's
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
kinds
Of new opportunities old business
Models are dissolving
Leaving the field wide open
For innovation it is
A time of sweeping change and revolution
knees ain’t
24 hours for a couple weeks
Still my whole family don’t fucking speak
I’m waiting for the day that we actually meet
Hope them old heads don’t
of the Day
That camera craze at gigs, put the damn thing away
Your video looks crap and the sound is the same
Katie Hopkins... and her friends
Tuka Sulliman
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
GOOD OLE GOSPEL SING
Kelly Garner/Laura Treat
CHORUS
I need a Good Ole Gospel Sing
Give me that old time religion
Dinner on the ground, pass
you think's right, and you will feel alright
'Cause when you're bad you will feel sad
That's the religion I live by
Could it be time to avoid this
right, and you will feel alright
'Cuz when you're bad you will feel sad
That's the religion I live by
Could it be time to avoid this bush?
So we wouldn't
you tell before the time, they said only time a tell
I don't fuck with some of my old partners, them niggas done got stale
God, there's some real niggas
Are you having a good time?
Dancing in my revelation
Underground pop civilization walk to
The left at right
Concrete poetry to feed my mind nods
Old
fifty)
Let that pistol go when I was nineteen years old (nineteen, uh)
First time I turned twenty, I was cashin' out on gold (uh, gang)
Rich nigga
us medicine which is poison
Doctors injecting our infants with the poison
Religion misoverstood is poison
Niggas up in my hood be getting shot giving
singin' and the lightnin'
Bugs are floatin' onthe breeze
Baby, get ready
Across the field where the creek turns
Back by the old stumprow
I'm gonna take you
dreams
'cause she was cornered by some wayward teens.
Headed by Shredder, they were anything but good.
Misguided, unloved, they called 'em "the foot."
to the street and roll
to Fanelli's. the booming walk of goods
all over the buckled street like Fred
Hopkins. towers peeking over the corner
of temples.
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
dreams
'cause she was cornered by some wayward teens.
Headed by Shredder, they were anything but good.
Misguided, unloved, they called 'em "the foot."
dreams
'cause she was cornered by some wayward teens.
Headed by Shredder, they were anything but good.
Misguided, unloved, they called 'em "the foot."
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
verse1: they
was cornered by some wayward teens.
Headed by Shredder they were anything but good,
Misguided, unloved, they called them The Foot.
They could terrorize
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