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A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind. Breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see. The ghostly forms of blue and gray. And I can
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A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind. Breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see. The ghostly forms of blue and gray. And I can
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A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind. Breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see. The ghostly forms of blue and gray. And I can
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be found. Among those afraid of losing their ground. Rain gray town known for its sound. In places small faces unbound Round the squares huddled in storms. Some laughing some just shapeless forms
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our boy's done something rash?. Now jenny diver, ho ho, yeah Sukey tawdry,. Ooh Ms Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown. Oh the line forms on the right, babe. Now that mack is back in town. Ahh I said Jenny
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cheat, compete, don't miss the one beat. Don't travel by train, don't eat, don't spill. Don't piss in the drain, don't make a will. Don't fill out any forms, don't compensate. Don't cower, don't crawl
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. Against hood angels of good that forms street politics. Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for commerce. To get his feet out of them Converse, that's my word I feel like a Black Republican, money keep
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behind his rightful time. An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. . In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales. For the disrobed faceless forms of no position. Tolling for the
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evil and the good livin' side by side. All human forms seem glorified. Put your heart on a platter and see who will bite. See who will hold you and kiss you good night. There's walnut groves and
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' mics and area codes. Now, P. P. P. the kinda niggas that'll bug witcha. Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya. Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch. I got different forms to make
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' mics and area codes. Now, P. P. P. the kinda niggas that'll bug witcha. Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya. Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch. I got different forms to make
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just another one of those glory days. . I'm so warm. New dawn. Reborn. New forms. And I'm thinking about my boys. Joe le chic, and Freshly Sean. And I know you're underrated. But one day we'll
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, there is no escape. Esus4 em cmaj7. Forms to fill, time to kill love death and rape. Esus4 em cmaj7 c. Sleep baby sleep, don't let nothing awaken you ahhhhhhhh Esus4 em cmaj7. Don't look for tomorrow
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behind his rightful time. An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. . In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales. For the disrobed faceless forms of no position. Tolling for the
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not again?. Grieving for forms now departed long ago. I hear their gentle voice calling, "Old Black Joe". . Where are the hearts once so happy and free?. The children so dear that I held upon my
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crushing load, whose forms are bending low. Who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow. Look now for glad and golden hours, come swiftly on the wing. Oh, rest beside the weary road and
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). Formulate your rhymes like a child forms play-doh (right). Calm and serene like the study was tayo. Poetry machine with correct mechanisms. Immune to disease I defeat organisms. That are waitin in my path
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it,. Proof us here in spirit. I'm his spittinn image. I'll mirror it. When I stand near it,. Your pussy lyric,. I c*** hear it,. Who forms pyramids and raps circles around square lyricists
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religion. Forms of hustling, watch who you put all your trust in. Worldwide, we coincide with who suffering. Who never had * and ain't got nothing. But more struggling, it makes you wanna run up in
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fall. . Provided we all heed the call. . Comin from the muslim, or the rasta man. . Two forms of a positive blackman. . W. E. B. Du Bois and Booker T. . King and X, Farrakhan and Jesse
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, couldn't pay, bled on me. I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic. I enslaved populations, and controled masses. You work for me nigga, I own you. Even credit, I owe you. All ya life you try and get
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' to say though. So lay low, musical forms are kickin' like Kato. Don't get near it, hard as you ever hear it. I know it's fearified, but don't fear it And try to predict which rhyme you can kick
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religion. Forms of hustling, watch who you put all your trust in. Worldwide, we coincide with who suffering. Who never had * and ain't got nothing. But more struggling, it makes you wanna run up in
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fall. . Provided we all heed the call. . Comin from the muslim, or the rasta man. . Two forms of a positive blackman. . W. E. B. Du Bois and Booker T. . King and X, Farrakhan and Jesse
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fall. . Provided we all heed the call. . Comin from the muslim, or the rasta man. . Two forms of a positive blackman. . W. E. B. Du Bois and Booker T. . King and X, Farrakhan and Jesse
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' time. And Margaret Boyd? and Carmen Belacord?, despite . ? habit, did some help to back things up. Friends, these forms cost money. And this money could be going towards a more powerful military; this
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for forgiveness of the way that I live. You can find me in the zone I swear to god I is. Ain't nobody breeding currently the words like this. I'm a different type of nigga never worried bout the forms
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There are trees. There are clouds. Many shadows and crowds. There are dreams. There are doubts. There are whispers and shouts And the snow it forms a crown. Upon the silvered mountain king
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truth's deceiving me has got me scared Oh why, oh why?. Oh why, oh why? Through your eyes the strains of battle like a brooding storm. Your up and down these pristine velvet walls like focus never forms
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shot down with a surface to air missile. I take 'em on in all shapes sizes and forms. And spit on anybody who ain't close enough to * on. Zero to sixty I'm already doing a hundred. Dmx. When I'm
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like Bruce Banner when he's stressed. I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks. 'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers 8 steps to perfection. The sum of each part forms
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ti. ar. al. I Want Out. From our lives' beginning on. We are pushed in little forms. No one asks us how we like to be. In school they teach you what to think. But everyone says different things. But
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Well we're living here in Allentown. And they're closing all the factories down. Out in Bethlehem they're killing time. Filling out forms. Standing in line. Well our fathers fought the Second
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Well we're living here in Allentown. And they're closing all the factories down. Out in Bethlehem they're killing time. Filling out forms. Standing in line. . Well our fathers from the second
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painter behind beyond his rightful time. An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing. Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales. For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
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. Don't miss the one beat. . Don't travel by train. Don't eat. Don't spill. Don't piss in the drain. Don't make a will. . Don't fill out any forms. Don't compensate. Don't cower. Don't crawl