Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Tribe's Hatchet

Snakeskin space boots, the hen is home to roost
the silver lining in the jump suit, new recruit
get caught, bantu knot it don't cost a lot
the only chloroform that's store bought, sure shot

real good time
in your prime
the last child
stay awhile
black and mild

He was 33, think they called him B
keep me pressing repeat
never let me sleep, cologne on the sleeve
sure was a sight to see
I got a beat, a feat I gotta reach
never take a back seat
he worked it out made me scream and shout
he made me E Ahh E

I'm feelin' grateful
so I share my love with you

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