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Joe Hill

Billy Bragg

Don't Mourn - Organize!: Songs of Labor Songwriter Joe Hill

1990

of a rebel that he died
It's the death of a rebel that he died
Now some say Joe was guilty as charged
And some say he wasn't even there
And I guess nobody

Fuck Jada Pickett Smith and her bald ass fucking head
I have zero sympathy
I hope it never grows back
Fuck Jada smith that hoe look like Caillou

really miss if the Romans left, Reg.
	MASKED COMMANDO AT BACK
Public baths!
	STAN
AND it's safe to walk in the streets at night now.
	FRANCIS
Yes, they

used to do that with ease
But now it feel like something clogging my streams
It’s getting harder to eat
Been losing my appetite
Ain’t ate a bitch since I

"what's the question then"

I tossed the ho
I got to get the dough
Swing it by the crib, double back, triple loaf
Up high like 45, but that 6 is the goat

Pickett
Cause this shit feeling ridiculous to me
Really it's sickening to my mental health
I know I told you that I'd never leave you
But I love myself

Pickett-Smith
Rub my back when I’m feeling it
I need some healing
I need you to sit back & listening
Believe me cause nobody isn’t
Trust me cause nobody didn’t

keep my heart a-racin’
That’s been making it harder to face it
It’s going on and on, and on and on
She said she’d brace my fall if I break by dawn
It’s

White Privilege, Pt. 2

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

White Privilege II

2016

it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by

At twenty-five, I survived long enough
Its no surprise that these eyes been closing up
Cause I'm thinking, been linking, now I'm weeding them out

to think, so unemotional
wonder if I'm even still in love, you see
I don't know what to tell you now
it's always harder the second time around
I'm so

to kill him? The man was unarmed
(N)
Nathaniel Pickett, rest heavenly
He was brutally murdered by a sheriff deputy
(O)
Oscar Grant, the world knows his

now pass the rum
Pickett fences to kick the wicked and crack the noose
Then ride off in my chariot harriett pack the 22
Ah-ha
Ah-ha
Ah-ha-ho
Ah-ha
Ah-ha

gets harder
It gets harder
It gets harder
It gets harder

They hoping you a quitter so you give them head splitters 
A true go-getter, you the G, none

Scared of Me (Beastmode)
Performed by, D.O.N W.I.L (D.Wilson); Brei Wilson (ASCAP)
Produced and Arranged By, D.O.N W.I.L for Don Wil On It, Llc

me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me

By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my

Russell Wilson’s girl let Timbo chop you down
I'm just tryna get my freak on cause the way you work it out, aye
You gon' make me lose control like Missy

our own hands

But now we're seven hundred miles from Missouri
And it's been seven lonely months on the road
So won't you pass me over some of that

a long grind we still working for it now we hustling harder times ten (Times ten)
Been killing verses on my IG, got em thinking there he go again (Go

Joe Hill

Phil Ochs

Tape from California

1968

that he died
It's the death of a rebel that he died
Now some say Joe was guilty as charged
And some say he wasn't even there
And I guess nobody will

High Expectations

Common

Soul in the Hole

1997

like a magic 
trick turned by a chick with a bad habit 
Opportunity to move I grab it 
Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc

chauffer
Who woulda knew
Man I used to get whipped by the Smiths and the Wilsons
Now I'm in the whip with the Smiths eating Wilsons
You would probably think

Harold Wilson is my name, son
Why don't you sit a spell
I live right here on the Fergusson Road
At the Paradise Motel

And though you do not

and the dancing

I - Used to play music, dance when we kicked it
Felt like an illusion, she choosing and she picking
Fall out like August, now she feel defensive