Paroles Slow Cure de Common Market

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Salute my company, the sum of these heads suggests
Proof I can't compete with he who judges me best
Stumble in boots; steep and too many steps - plod and postulate
With wonder - what these people gonna do to me next?
I guess a penchant for the condescension comes from my mother's kin
Farm folk is different, sun form a tougher skin
Then and now, meld with the elders, help to vent it out
It's wicked how they never showed emotion ever when in doubt
Send me that, from the spot you've been in since Jimmy passed
Empty past, wind blow, you know how McKinney's act
Probably I should have tried to acknowledge you properly
And called her Roberts, 'cause yo my daughter got the quality
Of Rosalita, she arose a leader out the fire
Spark of light, type matriarch - prize of the prior
I avow to pass her this I gathered listenin' to you
Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew


Tribal wisdom held the essence of the bible in him
Tough times pressin' found him fit to find religion
Easin' pain through the study of the struggle they done came through
Misery enchained, it's like he in Canaan the same, too
News ran accounts of who you blamed, too - I felt that
Posed in that position more than once, hell held back
Who's to say you threw it all away?
They aint never faced the 8-guage prayin' the maker take you today
Heredity meted the faith and fate both
Afraid to stray or wander, now may the former stay close, 'sposed to
Obey the code, it's no simple task, men will ask
Why you assimilate and denigrate, I dwindle fast
Smoke signal kindled, blast back - found middle ground
Balance act, pact challenge me: do my contingent proud
Now and for everything a motto rings true
Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew


CHORUS:


Now this goes out to all area cliques
Centralized to West side of the bridge
Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is
Comes second to the town; how'd this division exist
Now this goes out to all area cliques
Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dos-o-six
Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y'all do
Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew


The town's idle chatter be a vital matter for discussion
Some are good for nothin' but disruption of the
Momentum, though minimal it still slows growth
Potentially killin' the rhythm, softly pillows spoke
Alleged bed fellows we are? Because of y'all's hang up's?
Dead the jealousy and step your PR game up
As if I never offered even dialog, called a dozen
Meetings at the Beacon branch - people can't speak
In retrospect I hold regret over the whole
Separation and representation of sets, bet I'm
Dedicated to my record label, pledge stated ages back
A few viewed the move as exclusive, my dude I hated that
Aint nothin' changed, got a name plus a sharper aim
Market share, the common denominator remain
To the Line and to the thine own self, try to be true
Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew


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