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[Sample Memoirs of the Traveler" by The Jaggerz]

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Second floor my im rollin up bout to blaze
And zone out to this Beverly and Mayes
As our days about to pass and days in the past
He set my mind free so my free at last
So much that I dont drink from a fuckin glass
Id rather find the first I can and do it fast
Didnt understand a of a king now do the math
Coincidentally on your birthdays I the class
Cuz the younger me, dumber me was chasin the
the ass, low life with his face in the grass
Ridin home from in front of the bus
Not even thinking bout how Rosa Parks it for us
How she stayed bars and she done it for us
And she stayed bars till she won it for us
Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a
Thats when I my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face

Cuz Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a
Thats when I my eyes and see Coretta Scotts face.

Uh
Word up
Standing at the pue panoramic of the seating
Greeting, Ive been to do me some letter reading, to the King
He forever your messages never leaving
Some of your homies, phonies I should say it I see them
Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors,
Some should never be in Ebenezer Baptist Church, in Atlanta
Some people be patient I know this ghetto
But im a dude normally I just speak rude
Martin Luther, the martyr, the trooper, killed him
Noble prize winner they duplicate the feelin
As a kid I aint really, I was sayin Dreams speech jokingly
Till your awoken me
First I thought were passive, soft one who ass kissed
I was young to be honest, I was Mohamed
I aint even know the strength you had to to march
You was more than just talk you were the first real
We you
Feels like be in me sometimes

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The word nigger is like nigga
Dont sound shit alike Game like Jigga
One before the other like aim and pull the trigga
One is for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture
The rope aint enough, he still alive go fix it
Pour some gasoline on him, his daughters black bitches
Make him cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen
The same cotton in white tees thats the they was pickin
If Dr. King today would Bill Gates march?
I know Obama would but would Hillary take
Great minds think great
The pictures I paint the Mona Lisa look like fake art
I feel the pain of Mandela
Cuz when it it pours I need Rihannas umbrella
For Coretta tear drops
When she got the phone call that the future took a fuckin head shot

I wonder why Jesse Jackson catch him before his body dropped
Would he me the answer? Probably not