alone For several weeks I've known this is my last chance to whisper Some nonsense sentence of mild repentance For the things we all carry around Coffee
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on that bowline' we sang that melody Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea "I think I'll call it America." I said as we hit land I
and the glory? Where's the pot of gold? And I, I, I look to the children Took a walk by the sea I'd forgotten what it meant to me Some things we should carry
I called her my Nubian princess Gave her some sweet back fat ass jive Spent the next seven years between her legs A pining for my wife But then by and by it all
have the power as the angels do Spread out your fingers and make all things new Change the world by the things you say By the things you love And by
streets is back in New York For you rappers, I carry the cross I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion I'd still be carried in the chariot by
it carried him home to the sea ? and that?s poetic enough for me I want to live four thousand years Don?t want no flowers growing out of my ears But we all know we all
the bowline" We sang that melody Like all tough sailors do When they are far away at sea "I think I'll call it America" I said as we hit land I took
I gave her some sweet-back bad-ass jive I spent the next seven years between her legs pining for my wife but by and by it all went wrong I felt all washed
try down the boardwalk, all blistered feet And now I know I never knew about you, only me We carried this inside like some disease we couldn't beat But we
streets, that y'all once hated But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society Noisy I aim not silently, noose all
the glory Where's the pot of gold and I....I I look to the children I took a walk by the sea I'd forgotten what it meant to me Some things we should carry
on the bowline" We sang that melody Like all tough sailors do When they are far away at sea "I think I'll call it America" I said as we hit land I took
