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Qwel f Robust

If it Ain`t Been in a Pawn Shop, Then it

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I`m havin` dreams of seeing Jesus on the Wilson stopCrying` his eyes out, soaking the there t-shirt that he rocksAs the tears drop and mix with the blood from his palmsI compared his crown to yours and I began to scream psalms likeSoups open soul, soups open soul the non-stopUnfold so he can roll and get his cross back from the pawn shopShocked no one can see him through his money green fogAnd just then he disappeared from two kids with seeing eye dogsThey asked me who he was?Well how should I know just a winoWell we saw him in Border`s tearing price tags off biblesIn this game of survival of the save soulsUntil I know for sure I`ll keep flyin` my tags with halosHe can`t breath because my brother`s yellin` "fuck your soul"`Cause in this lustful world righteousness ain`t never taxed deductiblesSo fold your food stamps and go collect your plateHoping that heaven`s open Sunday as she shakes from hunger ratesMistakes these bullshit lessons her preachers stressing`But never once questioned how many blessings he paid for his new LexusProfession, heaven`s a million miles from ChicagoWe only see the stars when we`re tippin` back a bottleOnly see the stars when we`re tippin` back a bottleHe only sees the stars when he`s tippin` back a bottleWhy try to sleep? We don`t dream as much as yesterdayAll our prayers infested and stress and rent to payBut ain`t nobody hiring` on desire aloneTry to find his way home but this silence is coldLike the Vietnam vet with the tires in his throneEyes turned to stone holding` wild Irish roadsWith the time freezes froze he realizes it`s his breathIn a foggy bottle, To remind him he`s deadLeft to get worthless in this bus terminalHe puffs an answer to his cancer, but the circle growsAnd echos in the subway "who`s gonna save us"Sleeping under the newspaper, obituaries face upGod bless you for your pennies collect your spoils of warSpoils himself with a meal he paid a quarter forHe`s sorta short on... Can`t afford a conversationSure the cloud is chasin` in the place his legs wentIt`s gonna take a whole village to drown this witchBut she floats over dreams, foams when he sipsHe misses his children witnesses the buildings dropDisgusted with this rusted anchor called the Wilson stopDisgusted with this fuckin` rusted anchorDisgusted with this fuckin` rusted anchor called the Wilson stopYo, if it ain`t been in the pawn shop, then it can`t play the bluesIf it ain`t been in a pawn shop, then it can`t play the bluesIf it ain`t been in a pawn shop, then it can`t play the bluesIf it ain`t been in a pawn shop, then it can`t play the bluesNow can it?I guess we can all play the blues

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