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become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
mama thighs
Blockin' out the noise that destroys little boys
Live enjoy, ships ahoy, get deployed by the rock-a-byes
D-d-d-deep into the sea of my
takes that ride) oh yes he is
(Guess who's gonna be right by his side)
And I'll be with him (I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leavin'
train
People listen to me now
Harmony is the key my sisters and brothers
Oh yes it is I say
Harmony is the key my sisters and brothers
People can't
left
In a nine live cat
I got a dog eat dog sly smile
I got a Molotov cocktail with a match to go
I smoke my cigarette with style
An I can tell
Riding with my high beams on Switching lanes
Crackers tried to pull me They got caught up by the train
I told my Momma I can't get caught up In fame
FRIENDSHIP TRAIN
Glady's Knight and the Pips
Calling out to everyone across the nation
Said the world is in a desperate situation
Stealing,
It’s like the whole world is going crazy
I look around can’t nobody save me
I live alone in my isolation
Nobody cares in this broken nation
It’s like
up in the lord
Gracefully wisdom planted ,so we all on one accord
Staying away from frauds
Idolizing people and other Gods
Live by the sword, then you
Tonight we getting white girl wasted
I’ll drop a pin send you my location
Just hit my line when you by the station
But no going live it’s a private occasion
FRIENDSHIP TRAIN
Glady's Knight and the Pips
Calling out to everyone across the nation
Said the world is in a desperate situation
Stealing,
train
People listen to me now
Harmony is the key my sisters and brothers
Oh yes it is I say
Harmony is the key my sisters and brothers
People can't
with me He says, by Gods next of kin
He's the Rock of my salvation (Rock of my salvation)
Every tongue and tribe and nation (Tongue and tribe
Why you here nigga? Private Location
Where my Spanish honeys? I need some translation
Don Dada nigga, Mafia Nation
Eating Eggs nigga, with a side
In order for me to be happy
I need to let some of these so called conspiracies out in my poetry
Because there's some truth to these things, you may
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
have come to dedicate a
Portion of that field
As the final resting place for those
Who here gave their lives
That that nation might live
It is altogether
shack
Used to stop outside o' my door
But now the milk train doesn't stop by here anymore
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Now I still
the dope by the train
We flying high in the plane
Style like majesty call that shit imperial
Designer jacket expensive material
My check got big numbers I
more child-nations than Skittles got colors
All birthed from the rich womb of Alkebu-lan
Even my outhouse produces flowering countries
My loins are
their Phone can't have a conversation
Day by day we're becoming a more And more Godless nation
Year by year steadily driving to our Damnation
At the club
the leaders-whether woman or man
And by showing my support in simple forms
And if I move overseas-to a new nation I'll be sworn
You might call me a meddler, you might
other way to word it got my feelings scurred and
By the, bullet of bad, the singer of sad, songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
Plaid class
out (Out)
Keeping close those right by me (By me)
Enjoying every day like it could be (Could be)
My last breath so live it up fully
Be cautious no
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