Mama was the one who reached down and tied my shoelace. Mama spit on her fingers and used it to clean dirt off my face. Brush your teeth, Q-tip your ear, take off your sister’s new brassiere. Watch PBS, not Deputy Dawg, don’t you eat that Lincoln Log. Oh mama I still don’t believe it’s…
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Father of the world, where have you gone? The sons you have made are loosin’ their minds. The seed of all evil is now sown in their hearts War killing machine is never gonna stop. No! No! No! No! No! This is not the way to go The world needs your love! Where have you…
Verse One: Styles My click is in it til it’s over, never sober Bustin over, layin Elaine with the cane and the Rover Pray to Jehovah, for the nigga with the Ruger The young Don, the Heron mover You know my hustle, I bring the fo’ pound to the tussle Motherfuck your pit with no…
Morbid fascination instilled within our young Raised and weaned on cold steel, the damage it has brung Little plastic war toys always within reach Replicas of war, what lessons do they teach Pre-chorus: Minimal control, that’s why this land is great Accidental death, the lesson learned too late Escalating tensions sweeping ‘cross our land A…
Away in a manger No crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus Lay down His sweet head The stars In the bright sky Look down where lay The little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay The cattle are lowing The baby awakes But little Lord Jesus No crying he makes I love you Lord…
Across the open fields, on burial ground Beside the ancient lake, through painful screams When pride of darkness rise, upon the sky We are marching, side by side A darkness feeling our pride The moonchild crying in the sky Screaming echos in the air Feel the burning flame inside A kiss of death I will…
Behold this night, still and clear You look here just like an angel sleeping I wish I could ease your fears I would catch the diamond tears you’re weeping In your eyes I would hide By your side I could defy The forces tearing us apart But reality, as it seems Looking back, is that…
Dear Slim, My favorite icon put the bong and the knife down I’m sick of the songs about strapping your mom and your ex-wife down To a nuclear bomb and dropping them on Saddam Killing all the muses you use in almost all of your songs Except those songs about Slim the Hip-Hoppian God They…
I wanna make it slow Sensemille I wanna make it slow Make me feel ya Heavy medicine ya see my eyes are feeling red again I’m bringin’ light like Thomas funky Edison been in the desert for forty seven days Purple Haze the poison that I tasted never changed turn up the woofers so I…