I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat
here and now our choices here are growing thin, as children grow they grow with what they see in these times where paranioa closes in power and hate a
[magic - talking] I dare one of you say something bout me Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on} Don't be mad These niggas hear gonna stay
By now you know that I never arrived I was too tired to move I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse But I'm tired of them too Little pockets of air in
I wish I had a dollar For each time I took a chance On all those two-bit Romeos Who count a thin romance Somehow always thinking Of the last time I fell
I've got too many pockets on my shirt Too many choices and it's only getting worse Too many things that I could do today Too many stops along the way
We call for all of those in need of hope We call for all those to say this is the day So tell me how can You shake hands with a clenched fist And tell
Diablo motors had a hell of a sale, downtown yesterday Word got around, no money down, take years and years to pay When I got there the lot was bare,
[1] Empty pockets but a heart full of love A heart full of love for you Cash not any, not one red penny But kisses many for you Empty pockets but a
When I first saw ya babe I almost broke my neck The way you wore that dress Damn near finest thing I've seen Then you asked me out You showed what love
Empty pockets but a heart full of love a heart full of love for you Cash? Not any, not one red penny but kisses many, for you! Empty pockets but
The preachers from the pulpits of power leaders of cloth they preach to our empty pockets and the same gang with different colors plays up to the dialect
Take your hand outta my pocket, baby I ain't got nothin' that belong to you Take your hand outta my pocket I ain't got nothin' that belong to you Don
The rain clouds chased me down And now I hang from a thread Could you put down the scissors? It's time I pull the plug But I never learn And I never
Honey I just can't get around it anymore You make me feel like home is where you are And baby I just can't run around it every morn?n It?s time that
Ven a ver donde vivo Septimo sin ascensor No caben dos Aqui no hay sitio Ya lo ves telaranas en el bano Ya lo ves Que no llego a fin de mes Ya lo ves
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There ?s a righteous fool among the weak Where a fallen man is bitter sweet And with his soul he deficates Into this world he filled with hate All your