By these old ways Somedays I fall from the sky Shoot myself down when I fly so high Trash my acheivements Wish I could die To these old ways Wash away
birthed By these old ways Somedays I fall from the sky Shoot myself down when I fly so high Trash my acheivements Wish I could die To these old ways
food, collards and neck bones Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass As James Baldwin says You can
I rap for all thug cliques bloods and crips Niggas who hate the cameras and loving the chips Caught in solitude old timers taught me how to move Fort
Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin' yourself Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old I
me, what you gonna do when it all goes down And there ain't another piece of the pie? Old ways got to be the best ways now to pull our fats out of the
(lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals and Dash Crofts, 1974) From the albums UNBORN CHILD (1974) and HARD GOODS (1974). Remember the old days
wait One day I'll be famous, I'll be proper and prim Go to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim One evening the king will say, "Oh, Liza, old thing
I don't even like to think about All the things my wish'd bring 'Cause I just wanna be James Dean I just wanna be James Dean I just wanna be James Dean
ways Made me, truly this is what made me Break me, not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made
t get a second chance It's up to me to make anotha nigga dirty dance Sometimes I sit and remenisce about the old days Sellin dope and playin ball up in them coke ways
year old child, named Lisa. Lisa, pure as the thriven snow. But she was thriven in other ways as well, I'll tell you about that later.
James Pick Up The Phone Cos I Know You Wanna Speak Its Been A Week I Aint A Creep Fulfilled Your Needs And Fantasies Just Like The Old Times Remember The Old
nigga can't lie, I was livin' it up The rule of big pimpin' now my '70 Cut' I probably hit the park drinkin on Bo's berry Slammin' Rick James 'cuz I'm
learned more about the shapes of the sacred geometry they used to draw They were new millennium but Euclidian in form ancient in many ways but not nearly as old
the man A nigga who stays, in the old school ways And just like Subways, I can make your days We got more soul than James Brown and platform Adidas
like worldly ways and riches pretty clothes and fancy stitches And you think you're living best with all of these But I know one thing for certain my old
