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the song heard over
and over
and and over
and and over
gotta tell me why the hell they got a mars
when much of
cant grow a
thing in
im
you dont solomon burke
or brown did work
or the son of
ike turner
before he got meaner wit
when times leaner
did six shows
horne at the appollo,
dyamite below 5 dollars
sax
be so mean
heard trumpets
cmon can you it
off the atlantic
took the for granted
air stole the like a bandit

2

motown
put the to rest
chess put the blues up in chest
sex

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out them
cars and faster women
take em to the
the poetry of
names down wit it
sayinno to
beat it up too
dark livin on a
sick lick
mutated, faded, now im fela
hate i cant find it without
cross crossed over
in the chaos
cant hear want cause it some dollars
and the air snatched the and we abandoned
i somebody planned it

3

please, please,
soul dont on trees
why a show
very few show
white
the front to the back row
we know we know from the radio
jazz show a rap show
can still be no show
hot or not depends on the
brown
in
few of us around
they dont know flash
from another ass
bet cash
soul is dissapearin
sorry
they aint bob marley
get that soul on tracks
up
dont always make lyrics lighten up
if the soul yall feelin, lemme hear you say
you feel it in the air