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Talking Heads Found A Job

"Damn that television, what a bad picture Don't get upset, it's not a major disaster There's nothing on tonight," he said "I don't know what's the matter

at def jam Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures Cause I'm a self-made nappy-headed

I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped

head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like it's green on the other side. That hoe cost me my job, I'm afraid I shoulda learned mo' about the business. A

head 'cause my hoe's still missin, like it's green on the other side. That hoe cost me my job, I'm afraid I shoulda learned mo' about the business. A

she may come to life now in their yard with a shotgun and knife Cut the screen Went in and found the kid Blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head

I got the job as a V-P I'm different in my own way - got my new found fame Gonna change the old game - put it in a new frame True Jackson is the name

he could hardly stand) Woke up with a heavy head and a strange girl beside him (returned home a worried guilty man) But inside his coat his wife found a

head Now I see him every week and every now and then He talks about that night and the peace that came over him Talk about a sign, can I get an amen