I knew I should have written, written things down I always say I'll never forget Who can forget a one-eye pilot Who's a concert pianist A 0painter a poet
knew I should have written, written things down I always say I'll never forget Who can forget a one-eyed pilot Who's a concert pianist, ah A painter, a poet
so well) Hey now darling now, yeah, you wear it so well (you wear it so well) All of those things that make poets sing
once in this storm, they drove me and Justin home The music was just being born It was all I was longing for Now I'm on a plane Off singing my songs
show it (I'm Black!!!) And I'm a genius and a motherfuckin poet, you know it (*Oh oh oooh oooh yeah!) [Chorus: Floetry] (*Letters in CAPS mean Styles P & Floetry sing
to attack you Maybe when I'm through with this rhyme I'll get a statue So now I ask you or tell you people literally When it comes to rockin' funky lyrics
Dunn I come like the ancients with a drum Come along you can hum along or run along Sing a song if you wanna sing a song This meta-lyrical poet will
hands If you want, we can dance But I don't know a thing of romance If you want, we can sing Baby, fear is a terrible thing If you want, we can sing Sing
with who was the best i dont even think about it i done put my publicist on it so yall mother fuckahs go read about it n then sing about it bizzy done
and some like it soft, Yo, bust the groove as I set it off. [scoob:] But wait a minute... ...yo scoob, what's up? Pardon me a moment as I interrupt. For what? For this: [both singing
a man to the Punkin Center Barn Dance Well times are changin' poets say since mom and dad both passed away But some things in this life will never change The poets
A cultured man with rings Within his ear-lobes Locked the door From which the sun arose A man at noon With shadows on his cheek bone Singed for
cabinet michael d rocking in the dail for us michael d rocking in the dail poet of peace and the poet of words of the beckoning free thinking world the poet
In the room surrounding me are angels I cannot see I know they come to carry me to where I belong Closer to you, closer to you I'm singing like a sailor
the way it goes. All the federales say They could have had him any day They only let him slip away Out of kindness, I suppose. Lefty, he can't sing
I'm honored just to know you I love to hear you sing I might weaken in times of trouble But you know I still expect great things I was so blind so long
sang: "Sing love's lament with a thorn at your breast. Impaled by her barb; cruel and unforgiving. A million dead poets would gladly attest; heart-ache
You were the razor edge poet From a punk lost generation Shaking off praise, so humble man Shattering expectation You're relevant right now More so than