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the same heard over
and over
and over and
and over and
gotta me why the hell they got a mars rover
when much of
cant grow a
thing in
im
you know solomon burke
or brown did work
or the son of
ike beats
before he got meaner wit
when were leaner
cats did six
at the appollo, holla
dyamite shows 5 dollars
sax
be so mean
heard trumpets
can you jump it
off the atlantic
took the soul for
air the soul like a bandit

2

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

joe tex
in the of hip hop
get em out them
fast and faster women
em to the limit
the of money
names down wit it
sayinno to
it up too quick
dark livin on a
sick guitar
mutated, faded, now im feelin
hate i cant find it without
cross fader crossed
in the chaos
cant hear want cause it some dollars
and the air snatched the soul and we
i somebody planned it

3

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