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Lots of blue women in these streets tonight Lots of worries movin' but ain't seen Went to Miami to find myself a honey But all I did was spend alla' my money I read a poem about a guy that needed a way out He asked me what I thought but I don't no nothing about What it means to walk right close to God's side And ask if I can just get a quick free ride Burned my tokens on a man that was jokin' About a masked vigilante on the other side of Mississippi Made a friend back deep in the depths of an Easy Coast city Many that place knows how to get real down and busy "Sister Mary!" He screamed in a beam of his reflecting Tambourine A touch of a rose pedal wilting in a sunlight thats soon drifting See that shift in the brick on those corner building sticks? That's where my late cousin finally chose His personal pick As I said the bread was warmer before you got here Yeah you were a little late for the date that I made Maybe next time listen to the sound of the round You'll see that life don't care a single beat about your feats
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 5:33 PM UTC
Chippin' Away
Lots of blue women in these streets tonight Lots of worries movin' but ain't seen Went to Miami to find myself a honey But all I did was spend alla' my money I read a poem about a guy that needed a way out He asked me what I thought but I don't no nothing about What it means to walk right close to God's side And ask if I can just get a quick free ride Burned my tokens on a man that was jokin' About a masked vigilante on the other side of Mississippi Made a friend back deep in the depths of an Easy Coast city Many that place knows how to get real down and busy "Sister Mary!" He screamed in a beam of his reflecting Tambourine A touch of a rose pedal wilting in a sunlight thats soon drifting See that shift in the brick on those corner building sticks? That's where my late cousin finally chose His personal pick As I said the bread was warmer before you got here Yeah you were a little late for the date that I made Maybe next time listen to the sound of the round You'll see that life don't care a single beat about your feats
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May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 5:33 PM UTC
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