Lyrics:
God's children aren't free
I'm going to sing the blues for
The men they done wrong
Because all God's children aren't free
Mister how bout the man you
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red
And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said
I was down to St. James
it
Get it
Get it
Get it
I wanna see you work it like a top notch pro
James Brown, DJ Quik, Tony Toni Tone
This is strange town replay sh slowly so
freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug
And my little brother James, thangs changed in the hood
Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma I want to sing
But
you think he would save the day
I think - he'd begin to play
Sing in
Oo don't smoke your dreams away
Just let the children play
Until the blue
working
And see if you can sing your self out of the hurt you’re in
Please oh please give me just one more hit
Make it extra special and you might not
nobody knows
I've been crazy for so long without you
Just, baby who sings the rhythm and the blues
So sad, so slow, so smooth
Like I do, like I do
the moon
I told you it’s hot, we up in the stu'
Throw the cash in the flock the beat burgundy blue
Ten thousand hours we working our ass off
I’m in the lab
thought you'd be this fucked up by a misfit
Take a hit, run it back like a pick six
I'm Jokic when I bust out my bag of tricks
Or Magic, I just had
thought you'd be this fucked up by a misfit
Take a hit, run it back like a pick six
I'm Jokic when I bust out my bag of tricks
Or Magic, I just had
leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James ho
I'm bill dropping Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass ho
I'm popping too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All
If murder was the case
Hopefully we ain't out murderin' the
Race with a hot waist
I hate to sing ill street blues
Follow the leader of the new schools
ya life while the haters talk and sit by
Lotta role models tryna watch the set grow
Tryna inspire anybody before I let go
Past is the past
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