Lyrics:
My granddaddy's daddy
Settled down here on this land
A mule, forty acres and two willing hands
Worked this timber turned to lumber
Built
of life I live
Can't let you play me
There's nowhere I gotta go, oh
Guns go for the low, coke go for the high
When the mules get sprung
We takin' it
shack
we worked in the fields together
And we learned to count on each other
When you live off the land
You dont have the time to think about another
suspend my knickers
Their whole style, it depends on knickers
Y'all wanna talk, wanna dance like knickers
Fuck a mule, I want the land, my nigga
Villa
on Spidey's wild ride
And the hills stood up in a great big 3
And left me whipped by the forces that were inside me
Loud as the ocean, cold as a desk, red
in the streets
And even then, some white folk'll take a picture with me
My beautiful skin could also get me thrown on a boat
Live by the flow, my
a human husk
And I get by so I can’t be choosey
That’s not a knife this is a knife
And we live for the life for the thrill of the fight
Soarin’ new
I been down and out I been up before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
I been down and out I been up
in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that
it away
It's just another day in this old town
So get down
Home shopping channel's got us by the eyes
Scrambling to the phones ordering porcelain
I play the intro, middle, ending back to the intro
Reborn to bring NEW beginnings
How many lives, have you ran through?
I think I'm on number five,
and lived in tears
Our culture been getting killed by racist yo what's the deal
But we still here
Yeah Yeah
But we still here
Yep Yep
BLACK LIVES ROLL CALL
Bluffs Fear the claws of the laws that don't love
Us at all Feel the hatred, it don't matter if we're
Sacred Never had a fair chance, was the mule in 40
Pay the money you've been owing my peoples as they were set free
That 40 acres and a mule never came
And yet we're still outstanding—out standing in
live in the moment
And get numbers like wilt
Mind has chambers
Locked In a land by itself
I was slaving for the norm
Consumed for the wealth
Think about
of the other my brother..
Yo check this out
Early natives related to throwns of David
Captured by some patriots and thrown on slave ships
They
Now where I live there's a homeless man
He sits upon a crate (yeah)
He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make
Now if you ever
Live
I heard his girl did it
Leave her on the other side
Right before we burn the bridges
Tables turn, bridges burn
You live and you learn
Tables turn,
And promised us it’s succor, something to take us far
A mule and forty acres, our very own lands to till
And by God we knew we earned it by the sheer force
Automatic, programmatic disbelief to break this static
Disenchantment by savagely dogmatic fucking policies
To rise above the secrecy amidst the afterglow
the form of life, as you know it
You skatin with the eight and I'ma damn sure show it
Funky Four +1, you know makes Five
Fantastic, romatic, got live
where I confide
If an eye for an eye
Leaves the whole world blind
Then a world of darkness
Is where I confide
Live by the pen you die by the sword
Live
By
to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small
and a mule
Guess they said that just to get amused
You talk about this you can talk about that
You hating on me I’m just stating the facts
We live in
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