Dead Broke
I done graduate Berkeley in three years couldnt wait to get free
Wit they piece of paper aint never think i be workin for free
If i dont make me some dough soon ima sho try an sell this degree
Cuz pinchin pennies an always bein broke aint what im about
Said pinchin pennies an payin wit quarters aint what im about
An i be damn if ima die dead po at home on my mama couch
White man hold job in his hand got me sayin please and thank you
Masta be turnin down all my beggin pleas wit no thank yous
Wit no green in my pocket Boss done gone an turnt this black man blue
Snake Kisses
for r.t.v.
I cry nightly for you
while you lay in his arms for months
cant admit yo cheatin’ guilt
so you pile mud on my name for months
come back grinnin’ fake smiles
too bad I cant see through yo front
Don’t know why you came back
guess you had nothin’ better to do
LMU freshman ignorin’ yo advances
so you think ima take you back cuz I always do
Shoulda known
yo teary eyed intentions aint ever true
You have me all kinds of happy
hopin’ this time what we got can work
wantin’ to see you every second
got me skippin’ days at work
never woulda thought yo lipstick
still be stainin’ some other man’s shirts
You tell lie after lie
cant believe the shit you went an’ done
type yo love to me in a text message
then slither into his bed soon after you done
can’t take no mo snake kisses
cuz you sour my smile wit yo lemon tongue
“Well I think the blues is more or less a feeling that you get from something that you think is wrong, or something that somebody did wrong to you, or something that somebody did wrong to some of your own people or something like that. That’s the way I see the blues. It cause a felling, more or less a sad feeling about it, and when you have that sort of felling well, quite naturally you reproduce it. And the onliest way you have to tell it would be through a song, and that would be the blues.”
Lil’ Son Jackson: Conversation with the blues, Paul Oliver
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