Examples of Songbay Artists

looking out of my window
I can see the city lights
shining in the distance
with a glow that cuts the night
42nd street just a block away
The lullaby of Broadway
wont let me stay away
Chorus
They call me Mr showstopper
I've had my limelight years
i`ll do my final curtain call
. . .

I BOW MY HEAD OUT OF RESPECT FOR ALL MY PEOPLE WHO DIDNT DOUBT, THAT I WAS BORN TO REPRESENT FROM THE NORTH TO THE SOUTH, I SPENT YEARS STUCK IN TRAFFIC TRYING TO GET TO WHERE IM GOING, INCARCERATIONS,STREET CONFRONTATIONS, BUT STILL FLOWING. LOST MY MAN BACK IN 1983,ALOT OF PEOPLE WHERE I USE TO BE THEY REMEMBER ME. THEY GONE TELL U HOW IT WAS- PETTY PLOTS LIVING SINISTER, A ONE WAY TICKET TO THE GRAVE, VIA THE MINISTER. BUT DONT FORGET ABOUT THE SHIT THAT U DID- SELLING ROCKS, GETTING DRUNK PULLING GLOCKS ON OTHER KIDS. U BETTER TAKE A LOOK AROUND BEFORE U SALE YOUR SOUL, U DONT HAVE TO BE OLD FOR THAT ASS TO GET COLD AND MOLD. I'VE BEEN IN PLACES WHERE PLOTS THICKEN, SMALLER AND BIGGER SQUEEZE TRIGGERS OVER SMALLER FIGURES, NOW A DAYS WHATS THE GOING RATE FOR A LIFE? MINIMUM WAGE, THATS LESS THAN WHAT U PAID FOR THE KNIFE. THAT U SO CALLED WIFE GOT PRESSED AGAINST HER THROAT, BUT U DONT CARE, U MAD AND U BROKE. AND THAT COKE GOT U DUSTED LOST IN A RAGE, I BET ANOTHER NIGGER DEAD WONT EVEN MAKE THE FRONT PAGE! U TAKE A LOOK AROUND....
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Another cigarette smoked
Another beer downed
Another cigarette smoked
Another beer downed
I’m looking around
Because I’ve got my sights to score
Some fine flesh and I won’t rest
Because it’s is the only reason I came here for
Some are looking fine
Some are looking rough
It’s time to catch the eye
. . .

It’s a quarter till dawn
I been up since dusk
Your slowly rising up
Like the city and the dust
You fire up the kettle
Then you search for your mug
You never say good morning
Except to your drugs
So light it up, light it up
Light it up, light it up

. . .

Fate, destiny, luck, fortune, prosperity
I only learned many live and die in poverty
So many I approached never explained perfectly
The roots of these changes, sadly and incorrectly
Chorus:
Yes I choose, yes I pick, and yes I select
My training my upbringing placed wrong thoughts on my intellect
I think daily of opposite things more than the good
These reflect in my life, oh now I change my mood
Oh fortune teller what is my fate
Why do many people I meet treat my with hate
. . .

Hook: I bring the boat,
We stay a float,
All my actions
lift up hope,
I work a load,
Im at my throat,
I write my heart,
With every Note,
Verse: Chasing opportunity,
But no one here is choosing me,
Im bruising B,
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It was the hardest thing to do
I let you slip from my fingers
And I said goodbye

I walked away with tears
I held on to the memory inside
And I said goodbye

Should I stay or Should I go?
The thoughts that entered my mind
Should I leave the past behind?
. . .

The Meaning Of Life
D
Life, what’s it all about?
A
We’re born, we die and in between
D
We shout “Why?”
” Why I and not some other guy?”
A D
And:” Why some other guy and not I?”
D
. . .

ANOTHER LINE OF COCAINE
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there's a fine dust on the table
and a screwed up ten on the floor
the white lady that I'm taking out
comes with the bottle of gin I pour
talking to myself in the mirror
is that the me that I threw away
I'm as wasted as the lady next door
I feel a freight trains in my veins
she's the most expensive habit
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Coming Up Empty
Lyrics by Doug Haberman
When you talk to me, I struggle to understand
Who’s behind the mask
That you put on for me all the time
You can talk about black and white movies
And why the North won the war
Sometimes I watch your lips moving
But I don’t know what they move for
In among the sex, the cigarettes and the coffee
I know I’m a mess
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