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Me and my wife went all over town
And everywhere we went people turned us down
Lord, in a bourgeois town
It's a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Well, me and my wife we were standing upstairs
We heard the white man say'n I don't want no niggers up there
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Home of the brave, land of the free
I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Well, them white folks in Washington they know how
To call a colored man a ****** just to see him bow
Lord, it's a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

I tell all the colored folks to listen to me
Don't try to find you no home in Washington, DC
'Cause it's a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

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The globe is a war-field.
Desecrated contagion scattered throughout this harrowed land grinds beneath my feet like fallen leaves beneath a deceased tree.
A bestial river flowing with the blood of the fallen carries severed limbs and intestines in a twisting current of plasma.
To self-proclaimed leaders our lives are meaningless.
These malicious men have cast us into involuntary monetary slavery.
They are voracious leaches feeding on the free will of humanity.
Donate your life to government genocide!
FEMA coffins lined with human ash line the corpse paved roads to superlative domination.
A black plague breeds beneath the ground, but the answers to life do not lie below.
They lie within your flesh, and swim through your blood.
These imbecilic drones are killing for payment in fel possessions until the murder of innocents becomes an omnipotent obsession.
The globe is a war-field.
Desecrated contagion scattered throughout this harrowed land grinds beneath my feet.
To self-proclaimed leaders our lives are meaningless.
These malicious men have cast us into involuntary monetary slavery.
Our sanity is a shotgun painting the walls in our enemies brains.
Spill Bilderberg Blood!

 

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Snow cuts loose from the frozen
Until it joins with the African sea
In moving it changes it's cold and it's name
The reason I come and go is the same
Animal game for me
You call it rain
But the human name
Doesn't mean poo to a tree
If you don't mind heat in your river and
Fork tongue talking from me
Swim like an eel fantastic snake
Take my love when it's free
Electric feel with me
You call it loud
But the human crowd
Doesn't mean poo to a tree
Change the strings and notes slide
Change the bridge and string shift down
Shift the notes and bride sings
Fire eating people
Rising toys of the sun
Energy dies without body warm
Icicles ruin your gun
Water my roots the natural thing
Natural spring to the sea
Sulphur springs make my body float
Like a ship made of logs from a tree
Redwoods talk to me
Say it plainly
The human name
Doesn't mean poo to a tree
Snow called water going violent
Damn the end of the stream
Too much cold in one place breaks
That's why you might know what I mean
Consider how small you are
Compared to your scream
The human dream
Doesn't mean poo to a tree

 

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[Verse 1]
Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
Like those mother fugers runnin' away from the twin towers
Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock
Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment
Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments
Working your whole life wondering where the day went
The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship
It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'
And people coming home after corporate share croppin
And fug flossin, mothers are trying to feed children
But gentrification is kicking them out of their building
A generation of babies born without health care
Families homeless, thrown the fug off of the welfare

[Hook]
Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

[Verse 2]
It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown
We live in distress and hang the flag upside down
The sound of conservative politicians on television
People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen
They vote for us to go to war instantly
But none of their kids serving the infantry
The odds are stacked against us like a casino
Think about it, most of the army is black and latino
And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words
You just another stupid mother fuger out on the curb
Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways
But you can't read history at an illiterate stage
And you can't raise a family on minimum wage
Why the fug you think most of us are locked in a cage
I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent
You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent
But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn
In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn
I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future
And if your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya
Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people
Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal
But I see through the mentality implanted in us
And I educate my fam about who we should trust

[Hook]
Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harlem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

 

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Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.
But afraid, we may our home to waste.
Theres a fear down here we cant forget hasnt got a name just yet
Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some mens eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Stalking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me.
Click, flashblade in ghetto night. rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley roll them bones. need that cash to feed that jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today.
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirits sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
Historys page, it is thusly carved in stone
The futures here, we are it, we are on our own.
If the game is lost then were all the same
No one left to place or take the blame.
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or this shinning ball of blue we can call our home
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians are throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south while white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashions set the pace.
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical he rant and rage, singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his covers blown
And the politicians are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause its all too clear were on our own
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Its dizzying, the possibilities. ashes, ashes all fall down.

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Here is a whole album/CD...

 

 

 

 

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This fiat helotry,

Beaten down, battered and bruised,
These shackles come factory,
Satisfaction misled and abused,
Pure theatrical hierarchy
Life valued, in dollar bills,
Forged into slavery,
The strongest prisons, reside in The Hills,
Relentless sentient hijacking,

Gears of society, based on a house of cards,
A global edifice, incendiarily made of straw,
Lifetimes of servitude, to benefit the nil percent,
They hold these truths from you, guaranteed mass self-confinement,

A planets worth of labor devised on a fraud, the rat race sure runs strong,
A blow out sale, right down the street, these fuging treadmills are all the heat,
Embedded deep within the frontal lobe, imprudent strings the puppeteer behold,
Fueling the fire, beguiled desire, disjointed from humanity,
Disjointed from humanity

Hypnotized by design,
A small cabal, pulling the strings,
The media, presents a dream,
Reading the script, and spreading the meme's

Saying "Hey...shut up slaves

Look over there,
There's nothing to see here,
Now back to the hamster wheel,
You owe us your wage"

Beaten down, battered and bruised,
These shackles come factory,
Satisfaction misled and abused,
Pure theatrical hierarchy,
The dangling carrot, in front of the mule,
Following these induced rules,
This system of drudgery,
Lack of apprehending the real you,
Life valued, in dollar bills,
Forged into slavery,
The strongest prisons, reside in The Hills,
Relentless sentient hijacking,

Gears of society, based on a house of cards,
A global edifice, incendiarily made of straw,
Lifetimes of servitude, to benefit the nil percent,
They hold these truths from you, guaranteed mass self-confinement,

They hold these truths. From You.

 


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I wish I could pie that twice, only because IIRC you actually wrote those lyrics, and the guitar riffs... haha

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I wish I could pie that twice, only because IIRC you actually wrote those lyrics, and the guitar riffs... haha

You remember correctly sir :)

 

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