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Talib Kweli - Lonely People
Yo, I'm headin' out, 'bout to do some flesh and now I know my flesh endowed with somethin' to prove I'm settin' out on a trip to Heaven's mount Yeah, I'm steppin' out in the name of love Who knew the Devil could slow dance? We have pathological romances with technological advance Infatuated with infatuation and Intellectual masturbation with premature ejaculation Make a baby mama's all bastardization and Lonely people all through the city They club hoppin' and they love shoppin' and they thug posturin' Thugs be lockin' horns with Crips on them drug blocks And them dollars flow right out of the 'hood When you tryin' to make paper out of the wood You know that money don't grow on trees For paper people change colors like leaves And they fall off in the mud like a filthy pig Makin' you and your dogs who store all call off That much deserved ass whippin' He snitchin', he twitchin', he bitchin', he all soft Never work with his hands Little kid on the block who always ran At all costs, gotta be in the club Lookin' for happiness or the meaning of love Then it hit him, out the blue like a vision All of a sudden he don't like the way he been livin' And wanna be forgiven How I know? Cuz I'm right there wit' him |
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