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the farmer man
Dem inna village
Big up the student
D teacher inna di cottage
Ganja herb yow gi we more knowledge
Big up d judge, lawyer an detective
Five

you, I'd hold you to death
Maybe we messed up by trying cling on to some old love
Yeah I've always some trouble moving on and again
Cause I don't wanna

I'd rather skin each naga
Tryin' to be careful what I digest and how I spend each dollar
I can admit at times, I'm an bit indecisive
I ain't perfect but

These Hands

George Jones

A Good Year for the Roses: The Complete Musicor Recordings, 1965-1971, Pt. 2

2009

could you ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life hasn't been a success
Some

These Hands

Johnny Cash

The Johnny Cash Show

1970

what more could you ask 
For these fingers have worked to the bone 

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be 
For my life hasn't been

A Week in a Country Jail

Unlinked Artist

50s & 60s Country, Vol. 4

every day
And after seven days she got to lookin' so much better
I asked her if she'd like to run away

The next mornin' that old judge took every

childhood pain
You are what I was looking for all along
When I pursued you I knew I wasn't wrong
I knew there was something special for our future
Thought I'd

watched while love commands you
D: And I've watched love pass you by
K: And at times I think we're drifters
Searching for a friend
D: A brother or a sister

me apart, I'd no longer feel a thing
No way out with no off switch
Judgement cast upon my innocence
Stuck to me like a demonic attachment
We burn

could waste time and get and get a new cup
But this when niggas had pimp cups, and new rappers got hem'd up
And all them niggas that's biting got they

makes me cry
I’d cry a million tears my love would never wash away
Not even in the ground or before the lord on judgement day
I’m sorry times were hard

follow our instincts
I had a friend who would tell me
People like you fucking made him sick
Oh yeah he'd see you hangin by your spokes yeah
Tie you up

I ain't ever gone forget
What I was taught yeah
Don't lose your pride
For what you need
You'd rather fall yeah
I'm feeling hungry gotta
Get in by any

split it open

But nothing matters at a time like this
But what you still have and what you can salvage
I used to hope that when the worst was done
By

call
Need me to come by your place
Something is wrong and you’re afraid
Back to what was said
Forever promises clouding our judgement
But when I said

you duck when we drive by
Undead!
Motha` fucka` it`s time to ride.. ride
Undead!
Won`t you punks just die.. die.. die
Undead!

of pure crack
Reminiscent tracks
That ya know slap
Backtrack and you'd know this
Dropping more shit
Like a seagull
This dope it is so illegal
When judgement

spent guided by prayer
Days I spent thinking there'd be never days that I would lose my daze
Now nowadays I spend most of the days like you ain't even

Enid Blyton's famous five bell ends
Oh wait a minute, fuck, I've done it again
I said we'd name our son after his grandpa Ken

You can't judge a Ken by

stop?)
Yeah, free all the homies that's still in the cage (free the homies)
Over-sentenced by crooked judges and racist D.A.'s
Racism in the system is

These Hands [Previously Unreleased Track]

Bob Dylan

Another Self Portrait 1969-1971 [Deluxe Edition]

2013

what more could one ask?
For these fingers have worked to the bone.

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be,
For my life ain't been much

they judge you
Won't take no pills anymore, they only cause me self destruction
I can't do nothing but let go now
The times change and I wish it could

40 Acres

Pusha T

My Name Is My Name

2013

times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd

still they'd rather pick and choose
It's time about me time that I'm fine with me
There's not a single thing to prove

I guess I'm just staying