| Salute my company, the sum of these heads suggests
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| Proof I can’t compete with he who judges me best
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| Stumble in boots; |
| steep and too many steps — plod and postulate
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| With wonder — what these people gonna do to me next?
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| I guess a penchant for the condescension comes from my mother’s kin
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| Farm folk is different, sun form a tougher skin
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| Then and now, meld with the elders, help to vent it out
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| It’s wicked how they never showed emotion ever when in doubt
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| Send me that, from the spot you’ve been in since Jimmy passed
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| Empty past, wind blow, you know how McKinney’s act
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| Probably I should have tried to acknowledge you properly
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| And called her Roberts, ‘cause yo my daughter got the quality
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| Of Rosalita, she arose a leader out the fire
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| Spark of light, type matriarch — prize of the prior
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| I avow to pass her this I gathered listenin' to you
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| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew
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| Tribal wisdom held the essence of the bible in him
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| Tough times pressin' found him fit to find religion
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| Easin' pain through the study of the struggle they done came through
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| Misery enchained, it’s like he in Canaan the same, too
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| News ran accounts of who you blamed, too — I felt that
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| Posed in that position more than once, hell held back
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| Who’s to say you threw it all away?
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| They aint never faced the 8-guage prayin' the maker take you today
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| Heredity meted the faith and fate both
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| Afraid to stray or wander, now may the former stay close, ‘sposed to Obey the code, it’s no simple task, men will ask
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| Why you assimilate and denigrate, I dwindle fast
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| Smoke signal kindled, blast back — found middle ground
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| Balance act, pact challenge me: do my contingent proud
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| Now and for everything a motto rings true
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| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew
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| CHORUS:
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| Now this goes out to all area cliques
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| Centralized to West side of the bridge
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| Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is
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| Comes second to the town; |
| how’d this division exist
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| Now this goes out to all area cliques
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| Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dos-o-six
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| Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y’all do Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew
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| The town’s idle chatter be a vital matter for discussion
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| Some are good for nothin' but disruption of the
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| Momentum, though minimal it still slows growth
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| Potentially killin' the rhythm, softly pillows spoke
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| Alleged bed fellows we are? |
| Because of y’all’s hang up’s?
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| Dead the jealousy and step your PR game up As if I never offered even dialog, called a dozen
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| Meetings at the Beacon branch — people can’t speak
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| In retrospect I hold regret over the whole
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| Separation and representation of sets, bet I’m
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| Dedicated to my record label, pledge stated ages back
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| A few viewed the move as exclusive, my dude I hated that
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| Aint nothin' changed, got a name plus a sharper aim
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| Market share, the common denominator remain
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| To the Line and to the thine own self, try to be true
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| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew
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| CHORUS:
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| Now this goes out to all area cliques
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| Centralized to West side of the bridge
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| Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is
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| Comes second to the town; |
| how’d this division exist
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| Now this goes out to all area cliques
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| Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dos-o-six
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| Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y’all do Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow Cure , by - Common Market. Song from the album Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп