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Bonus Lyrics:

They said he was a law man, flawed and - bad news like 'Aw man',

The last straw man, back breakin’- scared crows missing kings - like a Strong Man, He’s a

Pro, but paid professionals called him a ConMan

His life was a leap for mankind, giant steps for a small man

All hands on deck on trek through the stars – they’re fallin’

He’s in the brig or the bridge - it’s burnt like the boats because he’s ALL IN

Like drones swarmin’ - enthrallin’, flowin’ through the breath - solemn season, life’s autumn, words on the nose - like pollen

Shot callin’s not ballin’ when the rebounds unwound

and black bottom’s no more solid ground

And a nation’s loss is now what is found

The piston’s plugs spark light right before there’s darkness all around

They said it was a sound of a paper tiger, last roar was a meow on the mound

The moneyball was all hype, the southpaw’s all balls and no strikes

In the stadium Monster trucks, are you not entertained? But it’s tonkas - for little tykes

The Mo Town is now No Town And there’s no biz in the show biz

Nobody beats the beats on the streets of Plymouth Road, rock, paper, scissors, knives, kids

A bad combo like wires in the faucet, shock value of optics

Fried flesh - When words fall on backs like gossip

Don’t stop it - is what they said

The clicks make bread and the eye balls make lead

Shootin’ darts with the hearts – because the bull’s eye’s in the head

The offense was Fed, Bad Fences where neighbors might strike you

They don’t take care of you cuz they don’t like you

A character in a play, they’ll write you, unite you, a family affair, they’ll hype you

A trial - to try you - you might get betrayed heh - just to spite you

That’s right - you gripe, you think it’s a flight but on your side’s not might

You see that sword in the stone, but you’re not that knight

The nighttime reveals what squeals and what’s slick like eels

The ink of scholars is soon dust - from sacred to cuss

The survival of Jabbari Lincoln – a must

but he doesn’t know who to trust…