One The day begins with a grin And a prayer to excuse my sins I can walk anywhere i choose Cause everybody listens to the b.d.p. crew We're not here for glamour or fashion But here's the question i'm askin Why is it young black kids taught {flashin?} They're only taught how to read write and act It's like teachin a dog to be a cat You don't teach white kids to be black Why is that? is it because we're the minority? Well black kids follow me Genesis chapter eleven verse ten Explains the geneology of chem Chem was a black man, in africa If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya Genesis fourteen verse thirteen Abraham steps on the scene Being a descendent of chem which is a fact Means, abraham too was black Abraham born in the city of a black man Called nimrod grandson of kam Kam had four sons, one was named canaan Here, let me do some explaining Abraham was the father of isaac Isaac was the father of jacob Jacob had twelve sons, for real And these, were the children of isreal According to genesis chapter ten Egyptains descended from {hahm, kam} Six hundred years later, my brother, read up Moses was born in egypt In this era black egyptians weren't right They enslaved black isrealites Moses had to be of the black race Because he spent fourty years in pharoah's place He passed as the pharoah's grandson So he had to look just like him Yes my brothers and sisters take this here song Yo, correct the wrong The information we get today is just wack But ask yourself, why is that? Two The age of the ignorant rapper is done Knowledge reigns supreme over nearly everyone The stereotype must be lost That love and peace and knowledge is soft Do away with that and understand one fact For love, peace must attack And attack real strong, stronger than war To conquer it and its law Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history Reinforces mystery And when mystery is reinforced That only means that knowledge has been lost When you know who you really are Peace and knowledge shines like a star I'm only showin you a simple fact It takes a nation of millions to hold us people back Which is wack, but we can correct that Teach and learn what it is to be black Cause they're teachin birds to be a cat But ask yourself homeboy, why is that?

3 Years ago やると決めたぜ Guitar 片手にマイクでキメたぜ 言ってたんだ オレの親父が(Oi) 手を出せ オレと同じだ ヤツは言ってた Believe in yourself ヤツは知ってた What's in my shelf オレの背中を押してくれてた Mom I love you どでかい人間だ 親だけじゃない To all my Family Grandpa Grandma you are the best in me 離ればなれで You know I miss you both But you gave me hope超えた限界を オレは何度も諦めかけた、だが強く成り立ってたんだ 今日からこの先 To the end I see I'll play guitar and my M.I.C だいたい 毎回 いつも同じメンバーと再会 だいたい 毎回 頭の中で叫んでる会いたい だいたい 毎回 いつも同じメンバーと再会 だいたい 毎回 頭の中で叫んでる会いたい 3年の月日が経った 今 自分がいるのは友情だ 友達がくれたパワーが 今となって最強の武器なんだ ダチと創り上げてきた想い出が 曲とともに歌手として動いてんだ 言葉の連射が生んだ結果 やっぱ続くぜこの先も絶対 To my friends dogs and cats ともだち うざくて最高だが そこがいい(から) 心がいい じゃなきゃ 存在してる理由ねー Proud of my family あえて言うと感謝の気持ち オレを支えてくれたジモティーズ and My boys and girls who fed up with me Now it's my turn to show why I'm me だいたい 毎回 いつも同じメンバーと再会 だいたい 毎回 頭の中で叫んでいる会いたい だいたい 毎回 いつも同じメンバーと再会 だいたい 毎回 頭の中で叫んでいる会いたい だいたい 毎回 いつも同じメンバーと再会 だいたい 毎回 頭の中で叫んでいる会いたい だいたい 毎回 いつも同じメンバーと再会 だいたい 毎回 頭の中で叫んでいる会いたい

Dishwasher broke today But that ain't the only thing broken Bed ain't made, there's bills to pay And I'm fightin' with my husband I know you'll let me complain And listen with no judgment And I'll feel better talkin' 'bout the weather And family down in Houston But you don't even know That I picked up phone To hear those wind chimes on the porch Singin' with a whippoorwill Your cedar swing and sippin' your Second cup of chamomile To feel you smilin' through the line And all the while, we're talkin' Might have a thirty-minute drive But that ain't why I'm callin' By the time I get to where I'm goin' It'll feel like I was Sittin' next to you in a wicker chair While I was here and you were there It's like I went back home Just pickin' up the phone To hear those wind chimes on the porch Singin' with a whippoorwill Your cedar swing and sippin' your Second cup of chamomile To feel you smilin' through the line Well, all the while, we're talkin' Might have a thirty-minute drive But that ain't why I'm callin' Ooh, I'm callin' To hear someone who knows me so well I don't have to explain myself To talk about everything It means everything To hear those wind chimes on the porch Singin' with a whippoorwill Your cedar swing and sippin' your Second cup of chamomile To feel you smilin' through the line Well, all the while, we're talkin' Might have a thirty-minute drive But that ain't why I had to hear your voice and I Hope you don't mind I'm just callin' Ooh, I'm callin' I'm callin'

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Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore