by Dilated Peoples on album The Platform
Back in the days, my pops said, "Right on" (Right on, right on) All the street poets in the house, write on (Write on, write on) Black people, right on, right one (Right on, right on) All my niggas r
by Dilated Peoples feat. Tha Liks on album Long Awaited
Back in the days, my pops said, "Right on" (Right on, right on) All the street poets in the house, write on (Write on, write on) Black people, right on, right one (Right on, right on) All my niggas r
by Dilated Peoples feat. Tha Alkaholiks on album The Platform
Back in the days, my pops said, "Right on" (Right on, right on) All the street poets in the house, write on (Write on, write on) Black people, right on, right one (Right on, right on) All my niggas r
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Good Time Suicide
Free Will is a dream Fate is tattooed on our backs We've never even made a choice All we've ever had is sweet Determinism. Sometimes you may feel surprised, Sometime you might even start to fee
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
Oh let the lord oh let the lord oh let the lord come down on me. Oh let my soul oh be saved saved from wandering aimlessly. Oh God forgive oh God forgive me oh God forgive me what I am an
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
I used to spend my time down on Hull Street Road trying to sell my music and lighten my load when I saw something like I'd never seen before. In the middle of one summer night shone a guitar i
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
Well I love you baby try to treat you well but you come home late at night wearing another man's smell. Yea you come on so strong make a poor boy think a spell. Well I bought a new car j
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Good Time Suicide
Jesus Christ! I must look like a sucker, My gal's runnin' round with some other motherfucker. That son of a bitch has sure got a lot of nerve. I drive fast every time I get the chance, And I'd
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Good Time Suicide
Oh, I wish I'd died that night out on Marshall Street When you dragged me face down by my bare feet All dead weight, bourbon, and morphine. You left me lyin' by the stairs with my lungs void of
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Good Time Suicide
My mother told me, my father told me too, I shouldn't be here trying to sing to you, singin' these bad railroad blues. I tried to explain that I wasn't so bad but I killed my mother, I put a bullet
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Good Time Suicide
Was it some black cat that I stumbled past or was it some four-leaf clover I passed right over? Was it me messin' up again or was it you finally gettin' sober? Are you dopesick? Did your last fix do
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
I'd say I'm dressed to underestimate the effects these drugs are taking on my brain. My friends say try and take it easy man you're letting things get out of hand again. Oh but I d
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
Well I know babe might be a sin the way I drink whiskey the way I drink gin but oh! more whiskey in my cup, darling a little more gin. Yea, a little of your lovin' baby and I'm on the
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
I got down, I got busted I got a big hole in my heart I can never be trusted I'm unstable, I got no place to start. I got mean, I got loud, and I fell off a cloud in the middle of a carouse
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
Do you have to look so sad and down? Do you have to sell those silly frowns? Are you worried baby about money in the bank? Well I know I've been drunk and dirty but I'll be on my feet
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
Well I come home in the evening drink my fill at night can't help but think to myself 'I must be doing something right' Don't come and see me in the morning, baby, you know I
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Good Time Suicide
I've changed, I've changed I've come a long, long way I've been clean and sover now for a month and a day I got myself a job, and my rent is even paid; but wait. I cannot maintain. Burn, burn
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Quit or Die
I can still hear my fingers scrape, I can still see the pearl inlays, I can still taste the rust from all of the strings I ate. Dried sweat on chipped paint, Ten fingers on a blind date, All splinter
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Quit or Die
It didn't seem so profound when it hit me, I'd burned everything down and stood around like a chimney, and everything I found in the ashes around me turned brown from the mud on the ground and the whi
by People's Blues Of Richmond on album Hard-On Blues
I'm the divine criminal. I'm a self-damned man. Am I not the great accursed? I'm a hungry man, baby. I'm a hungry man, mama. I'm a hungry man, baby. I'm a hungry