I met a boy called charlie charlie On the fourth of september last year He was twenty-one, and once a teenage star So sweet in the way he appeared, in
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called Charlie Charlie On the 4th of September last year He was 21 and once a teenage star So sweeten the way he appeared In the way he appeared Charlie Charlie
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling: "Michael, they have taken you away, For you stole Trevelyn's corn, So the young might see the morn
This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen This is a game, I'm your specimen You've got to
out Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin' eyes out I'm insane by a long shot, hey Chuckwick Bill a.k.a Charles Libre A short nigga with
that Mason-Dixon line A working and a sweating 'til I hear that whistle blow Country rock a cooking on my pick-up radio I rush home for a shower and
tha club Hate ta be a lamppost This tha night we get it tight and see who clockin the most Just bailed in off them dangerous streets Fresh off a lick 5 g's a
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp Stand out in this mem'ry I revive Cause my daddy raised a family there with two hard working hands And
turn yellow Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus Raw feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman Your only call her a
a mountain top Getting dropped and getting popped You talk a lot, lot, laugh, rap a lot, lot Sell the reefa to them kids Like a salesman on a car lot
ve got Weapon X from Canada, a.k.a. Wolverine You know the routine, his claws can rip rappers for days But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze
nothin' like a cowboy song to Make it all feel just right But even cowboys like a little bit of rock and roll Even cowboys like a little bit of rock
That very day my horse got shot, 'twas by a musket ball And as I mounted up again, my aide-de-camp did fall Now I on a bed of sickness lie, I am resigned
Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out I'm insane by a longshot, hey Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre A short nigga with some
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