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you want from me right God? 
That's what you want from me right God? 
To shut up and do my job
To bury my gifts just like my father told me to for

The Girl with the Strong Arm

The Dead Milkmen

Death Rides a Pale Cow: The Ultimate Collection

1997

their coffee pretend to be a cowboy
Set aside an hour to search

Pulling up leaves like little Russian problems
Is now the tasty thing to do

She walked by the river with a bottle of gin
Got it for her twenty first
Me in my teens picking guitar strings 
Never at a loss for words
I said hey

us around 

he'd just moved back to Nashville for teh forty-second time 

introduced himself as "Hey Buddy, can you spare a dime?" 

He was back

I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by

but I gotta stay ready for the rumble
Ready for the tumble 
Dizzy from the circles til I'm drained like a funnel
This tunnel, leads straight to a white

Question sir
Why you keep saying America is responsible for the changing of the temperature
Your lack of character, is not even American, I know some

hope you find a job cuz a degree ain't no guarantee
Dippin into debt to make the ends meet
Political divide too wide to try to get both ends to meet
I've

friends tryna get my shordy
Expectations I'll get fame
Smoke less but tempted by fortys
Proof I bottled up your secrets
Hypocrisy I'm already Knowing
Powers

Pharisees fuelled by jealousy got their head in books like a bunch of geeks jeeze
I feel sorry for the sheep they lead
Hypocrisy hidden in their speech

Fake friends tryna get my shordy
Expectations I'll get fame
Smoke less but tempted by fortys
Proof I bottled up your secrets
Hypocrisy I'm already

Square Three

Buck 65

Square

2003

to vomit
Drama slash nonsense akways part of the content
Opinions and comments, from cowboys and indians
Climbin a steep hill, just for a cheap thrill
Dancin

and upping my gold
A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand
Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands
I may even put you where the real johns at
Some call

voice won't come
As he bullies pandemonium
To the final hour.

The monkey trails a web o' strings
To monkey trainers in the wings
Whose skull & bones

voice won't come
As he bullies pandemonium
To the final hour.

The monkey trails a web o' strings
To monkey trainers in the wings
Whose skull & bones

Up on dere string life
Anywhere you live, no to far for the jive
Lemme tell ya sum, the fuck wrong with these
Don make me jeep stop ya breeze Dem
Get

for truth
Your consciousness is not my problem
'Cause when I come home, it won't be home to you

I took the family balalaika
The strings would

months later, the economy crashed like an SUV
Severance got spent unemployment came and went
Temp-jobs became hard to come by, like money for rent
Pain in

on that ring, I'd cut up all of these strings
And take off in a Plymouth fury
But now it's too late for me, cos this old broke down Capri
Never gets me

she just tried to hit me with a slap
I blocked my face with my hand, now it's a dap
No strings attached, I ain't tryna be a puppet, ya heard?
I'd

I experienced a lot in my life working for a short time, 

I had this job pushing water from vents, on the black line, 

old school singing tunes,

Keep ya mothafuckin head low duck for the jakes too
Cause they be waiting for the minute they can rush you and taze you 
We all pawns in this world

Days gone
Jobs none
High class hypocrisy, done
In a daze
Empty space
The arts have no place, just waste

Mask on
No sun
Itchy skin, better to go for

Listen to the situation my son
I'm as serious as cancer, all fun is done
For the time, the beat will correspond with the rhymes
The two is valid,