for first-degree murder. But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears, Take the rag away from your face. Now ain't the time for your tears
fairs throughtout the south He spoke with tears of 15 years of how his dog and him but just travelled all about Hid dog up and died, he up and died, and after
Bone:] Every time I, turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the
to Biblical times: 1823. An American man named Joe living on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York. You mean the Mormon Prophet Joseph Smith? That's right. That young man spoke
Were you surprised that we never spoke? Then in the still of the night-when nothing stirs- I woke and I gathered up some clothes. I never planned on
the lines! [Spoken] You know, I rode a freight train north to Detroit City. After all these years, I find that I've just been wastin' my time. So I
conjunction with the music I am the music... [break] I am the music [beat changes] Let's get started shall we, cause you know it's time gone Every time
power to get you dead and half the dead risen I remember when my development was arrested I was doin time on my mind misguided and misdirected I was sick, so sick if I spoke
Kim had to walk back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's Thats about the time I first met Proof
the film right here [Royce] What? Yeah I'm one of them pretty rappers Buck if I really hafta, I really slap ya King of Detroit who they namin the city after
(And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics. Perhaps the most famous classic in all the world of music...) [DOVE:] The first time
[Spoken Kelly:] You know, we've been spending a lot of time together and um, I was wondering do you: (Feel the same way I do) I can tell you, I know you
love I can't let go My heart's made up it's mind A long, long time ago I'm still in love I haven't changed After all I'm still in love 'Cause you were
[Spoken:] This is the first letter that I wrote back home to Momma and Daddy a few days after I'd moved to Nashville: June 2, 1964 Nashville, Tennessee
way to communicate if you don?t know the code And there?s no use running when you?re on the wrong road There?s times I get to thinking about the way