Oh baby we got a long way to go to a place and see the scenery A man who did what I wanted and couldn't a nigga whose joyful madness made me jealous of an old man hunting in the desert Snake, for beans and firewood, a gang of believers sing and dance, for the sorrow of leaving reality, naked girl riding a motorcycle, she said, I can do a lot for you He said, give me a cigarette, I don't want marijuana, two big steel The block is in the middle of the road, it's alright, the police nod and bang, they pat the dust on their bodies, and go back to live, old, sick, and dying, the blind black man in the dark grieves his pain, oh baby, I'm lost, oh baby, I can't catch you hand
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