ME

MOTHER TO SON - Langston Hughes Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life to me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor-
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on
And reachin', landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now-
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS - Langston Hughes

I've known rivers:
I've known river ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi and when Abe Lincoln went
down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom
turn all golden in the sunset.
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Artist: Goodie Mob
Song: Black Ice (Goodie Mob Version)
Album: Still Standing Single
Submitted by: xorcist@mindless.com
http://www.ohhla.com/anonymous/goodie/rm_bside/blackrmx.gmb.txt
Shit
And we come to win
We gon' hit all the hemispheres
Bottom Dirty South, yeah

Costly, trey slippery. The gangsta hippie, damn skimpy. We in your face. Lightning told ? Suckers, getting hit for losses. Not even makin' it back, to the line of scrimmage. Seizin' those scrubs out, starters in. Midnight madness, somethin' to us. From A to Z. Bustas get blocked. For sinning papers, word is bogus. Freeloaders get dropped out. Pay docked. Rollers, wanna be callin' shots. Non-believers hot, under the collar. Goodie to be more dope boys, and Mister C. Generatin' dollars. We don't leave to be followed. I holler.

Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before. woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high. Uhm,yeah, uh. I'm in the clouds, the dark. My planes racin' cross the sky. No hatin' on players, although they passin' us by. Flyin' like a bird, with no destination, makin' a manifistation through music. Bro use this as a way of expressing you in a cold world. Chasin' herb, clockin' a G. Use them G's to invest. Sub-Zero degrees, makin' invincible slip. Trippin' nigga the wounds. It was a hard fall to your doom.

Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before. woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high. Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before. woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high. Whenever we, and ever we capture compassion collage. Cleverly they'll never be. Bindin' for findin' that forever free. Naturally, actually, I master me crastically. The raspy raps, jump through trees and traps. You don't beleive me, shout his snaps. When his lungs collapse. My aunt is scratchin' for the scraps. Wanan love you but I can't, cause you eatin' and I ain't. The sin of the same.

sky high (x 10)

now who done stepped in? the nigga the b-i-g the secret weapon boy. slicker that black ice throwing them flows like rice at weddings. so quick flexing, you speaking about somethin' that's refreshing to the earlobes. pay for the room and still be in pimp mode. like icebergs, chryslers and buicks. some niggas ain't on their jobs so them suckers tend to lose it. abuse their priveliges now their whole village is been shot to pieces. coz niggas been biting some stupid shit I mean at feces. boy don't beat me if you ain't got no work. I'm strictly about these verses like the ones you hear at church boy. search boy, talking about your dough you punk like lurch boy. every time I heard your rhyming like a fucking jerk boy, simp, yeah! Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me you eardrum. it was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood. Yellows and greens and blues and browns. and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated wood. Ain't a thing could explain but what pertains to cocaine it a thing that rain. See summer roll around niggas all about change. then they steady move them keys like bob james Coz old man winter's arrived. the temperature divesNovember just diedDecember's alive. thus it ain't no typical ride. just individual way to bring home the bacon when bacon was all gone. making it our own taking me all wrong. We've all indulged in the bulge of these no-nos. no you ain't solo, its even lower levels you can go. take sun people put them in the land of snow.

Touched what I never touched before, seen what I never seen before. woke up and seen the sun sky high, sky high.

Yeah. If it don't bump up in the club it ain't hit. If you can't get down with D Wayne, we got crip. Live a life short, causin' my light, but your shit, stink. Gon' for 3 years, but we back like crimp. For them boys with the deep dish dicks, white walls thick, didn't have to. change much. Didn't have to fix shit, so. Man, make the mothafucka speak a blow, shake the fuckin' flow. Here to let your ass know. One more time on the grind, didn't have to think twice. When I'm in the streets. Always lookin' out for the black ice. Always lookin' out for the black ice!

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