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We didn't know the times were lean
Round our house the grass was green
Didn't seem like things were all that bad

I bet we walked a thousand miles

want me now I'm popping like I'm bourbons
I've been slavin'
Yeah, you know I need that cotton
I've been training
But don’t even see no stops, yeah
I

Clock of St. James

Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan

Birds of a Feather

1970

the Second Street bridge
Was drowned by the three o'clock chime
But the clock of St. James looking down through the rain
Knows I committed a crime.

Clock

the others want to take my life 

Serious for the winter time 
To wrench my soul 
Whole cotton whole cotton ears 
But I know there must be 
Yes, I know there

and let it fall to its complete length
The James Dillingham Youngs were very proud of two things which they owned
One thing was Jim's gold watch
It had once

King Cotton, I’m king cotton
I’ma tell you like this it’s your boy Lil’ B

I’m harnessed by some shit that
I ain’t even seen
Demons in my mind, blood

hand in hand
It's where I come to understand and learn
Where the cross don't burn 

He'd tell me money doesn't matter nor the color of your skin
You

hand
That's where I come to understand and learn
Where the cross don't burn

He'd tell me, "Money doesn't matter
Nor the color of your skin
You can

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

in K's
That money keep stacking, I put you in place
I don't want friends, I know when it's fake
Ball like King James, way too smooth like Rick James

to know you're really there
I've used up all of my excuses just to stay
I don't know how many more cards I have to play 
For your heart
My cotton candy

I don't know what's going on but we could find out
I could pull up in the whip and we could slide out
You pick the place and we could space and hide

Just because I am dark don't be racist
Yeah bitch I am black you can't face it
Back then I was a slave they whipped me
Plantation cotton picking is

Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Y'all thought I was soft as cotton
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messed around and forgot I was rotten

Man, who is this?
Paulie, you know who this man is? 
Trev, you know? (I don't know him)
You're not from around here 
But let me tell you what we

Summertime

Chet Atkins

Progressive Pickin'

1964

, don't cry

Summertime, summertime, summertime
And the living is, living is easy
Fish are, I know the fish are jumping
And cotton is so high
Your

talk nigga
Don't be frontin when you know you broke nigga
Money Mayweather let the money rain
I'm on a stage it's a fuckin rage
Lord knows I'm pushing

Pick locking not Tik Tok’n we wrist watching
Don’t risk watching you get picked like I pick cotton
Ya’ bitch topping the drip clipped like it’s Bin

captain cap, (cap) we call 'em Colin Kapernick
This ain't no rapping shit (oh no)
We wrap your ass and wrap it quick
I don't be actin' lit, I'm on too

it
Wasn’t something I expected
(I expected)
But I know you up in heaven
Don’t gotta worry bout no stressing
Gather my thoughts
(Gather my thoughts)
I

[Savon] Fuck that!!

[King James]
I don't want nobody shoots 'til I say so, you understand?
I'm running this crew

[Savon]
And you ain't running shit but

rich
So you know I stay on that paper route
People don't want me to make it
Tryna take me out
So I pray daily askin' God
For the safer route
Used to go

like to eat
Everybody's feat
I know that is really sus
But unbunzible is taking the bus
While on a call with us
Yes I said a call
But I got to by

You Can't Stop Us Now

The Last Poets

Nas

2008

Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets
Sip moonshine, so-called coons, shines, and darkies
I love y'all, pyramids to cotton fields
To Wrigley Fields, forgotten men