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I Can’t Get With That

Wednesday, May 4th, 2011

They try to move us; to use us
like Judas did Jesus; to please us
Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples
How are we gonna get ‘em?
How are we gonna vote them out?
When the wingtips got it locked up
With one thing you don’t know.
Ya dig it? The freaking wingtips did it.
But some of us are wise and some of us...

Sugar

Monday, October 11th, 2010

Back in ’78, I was a kid, I didn’t know shit and I never did
When the summer got hot, we praid for rain
But since the lights went out I’ve never been the same
But when we got older I caught the gust
Livin’ in the park with the rest of the nuts
But now I waver, I feel it heavy on my mind
A life-saver that’s...

The Grave and the Constant

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

I used to wear dress blues, I used to get my cues from the dudes in
D.C. with the wing tip shoes.
My boss said it was Parris or Prison and the judge said: "son you better
make a decision."
I chose the former because I heard it was warmer, April in Parris, hell
south of the border. They put me together, tougher than leather. Set