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Check your reflection
Stop worrying about complexion
Stop thinking you is the exception
They rigging yo election
There's a war going on outside
No

reality
I already won
No second chances with this shit
No second chances broad daylight
Niggas dying by the gun
Searching for reality in this world
Full

your values
Complexion of bright hues

Its not often on these rides
That you meet someone so divine
Divine in the sense of these words they're a sign

regret
Let's change our bad old ways
Let's go green always
Now the skies are thick with smog
How we curse this man-made fog
Our world is so sick all

Tell me something
Why you wanna run around saying dumb shit
Why you always showing up late to functions
Sitting in the back with a bag of Funyuns
Me,

Tell me something
Why you wanna run around saying dumb shit
Why you always showing up late to functions
Sitting in the back with a bag of Funyuns
Me,

did with the fiends
His iris lit up
Blood shot red from the piffiest green
I stood in faded hand-me-downs the color of rock bottom
Lurking in the queue

the coordinates set forming and let it loose
They leave a chemtrail so you can't get through
I've been at war these days mostly with the mind
Hopefully, I'm fine

Has the luck of green struck by? Is there a pot of gold?
I can prolly ask God, He be like “I don't know”
We haven't talked for some years
Guidance

white Nike's true shit
Pandora Box prize fight U.N
Trophy

Yo, she like the niggas with the caramel complexion (uh huh)
The oh my god sex you gotta

catfish me bitch i grew up with dogs
Big baccwoods lookin like tree logs
So dont log in if you cant handle the smog 
He bitch made his mentor is RuPaul
My

that's good on Earth?
Taint it, with machinery, from human birth
Green and blue are our prominent colors
Where did smog and trash come from?
I hate it,

for a bone, till it got covered in smog
My house ain't a home no more, I just sit in my garage
Smoking pounds of dope, waiting for my only hope

Cahokian

Jay Farrar

Terroir Blues

2003

I will wait for you in the green, green spaces,
Wearing our post-industrial faces.
Side by side sit the trashpile twin,
And the eleventh century

By several men of light complexion
Not a shred of shame in sight
Went home that night
Had dinner with their wives

And if you want to lead, lead by

with basil
Only when I help you, you acknowledge my appraisal
Writing simple rhymes cause I can't figure my complexion
Sauce up skipping sides it sounds

the city
Immersed in the culture, I’m sippin’ this green tea
Getting high with a Buddha he is ‘bout sixty
Feeling like I’m David Blaine, I might go six deep

of fresh air all those other raps smog
I'm chilly chillin' just a frog on a log
Waiting for some fly to pass by spit dialogue
Now I don't need to live high

The Mountains of Mourne

Finbar Furey

Chasing Moonlight: Love Songs of Ireland

2003

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley nor wheat
But there'

I'm shooting my shot
Whether you white or you black it does not
Matter to me, just stay by my side
No matter your complexion we was all born to shine

was in Kintergarten
Occasional with green, sittin in the garden
And here she comes along, mam I beg your pardon
Would you do me all the honors
Forgettin

Now we in the club drinkin bottles gettin fucked up 
Team wit the green you know they got the tool tucked
Keys in the seat yea we got the fish cut
Oh

I steal the night
Better than the morning
So I'm warning you
The ghost in my body
Timid and webby
Flaunts its complexion through green lit pavements

and green
Can't tell em' I'm Gucci
A black face before a stripe
Loses me so the drip be Fendi
But that's with many
From Clicking add to bag
On sites
Now I'm