it, we wouldn't get far Shovel on a stone, diggin' deeper down Every day a good day that you above ground Chorus: Hear that crow a-laughin' at me Rain comin' down
fucking bass in your face New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew [Fashion] Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down Plus
in the shape of "O"s I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the
dude how I strip down you bitch clown stand in my socks Rip the mother fuckers ass like I'm Cannibal, watch You want to be stoned? Beat 'em with a basket
what I mean I fired a shot at a buzzard on a limb Killed him stone dead but it went through him Shot a buffalo down in Mexico Shot a blasted Jim Crow
empty Heart of stone, drowning man CHORUS: I'm going down for the third time And I need a helping hand The rooster crows and I'm sinking Heart of stone
fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Please bless these seeds I sow Please keep them safe below 'Til the rain comes tumbling down Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones
place were I come from is with me all the time You could walk the streets when the sun goes down In my little town You don't need defenses when the sun goes down
You can catch me on the street We're shaking out my legs to greet Our new neighbors with the same old innocence Walking, rolling, I'm your stone Cease
down now don't be slow But he was like wait a second hold up a minute bro Before I Usher over their's somethin' you should know Jesus is the firm rock not a Rolling Stone
crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride The unseen is watching from behind each stone
on some wild out shit, all about it We move gambit, through the overcrowded Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips Point the nozzle and shift your back disc Me and the clicka, sit down
© 1994 Crazy Crow Music BMI He met her in a French cafe She slipped in sideways like a cat Sidelong glances What a wary little stray! She sticks in his
come? [KRS-One] Check it out True underground sound from the Boogie Down Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
going to lay my head down Before Sunday mornin' It's a long walk home Kickin' dirt and stones It's a long walk home When you're coming down, easy It
pool It must have been till half past four Then they got stoned close to an overdose They didn't blink an eye They just kept listening to The Black Crowes
. Armor made of stone. He who recollects, forgive us. He who recollects, forgive us. On the way down, we understand what it means to break down. On the
' beers, tokin' buds Workin' on our trucks right under the sun An' when the water cold, we sit an' get stoned Hollerin' at the hunny's, talkin' shit from Crow