Artist : JIM JONES
Album : Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)
(feat. Chink Santana)

(What you learn in jail you can't learn in the street that's learnin patients
I just finished doin 10 years up north.
I just came home from doin 10 years.
I done did 10 years staight I went in 16 came home 26.
I Gave the system about 15 years of my life.
I gave these crackers man 17 years of my life man
The prison system gave me 15 to life and I gave'em back 10.)

God forgive me for my worldly ways
Hit the street at a early age tryn to come up off the pearly yay
The late nights to the early days all a nigga knew is street life
Young G's beneth the street lights try not to catch street strikes
You better run you see police lights these nights (Squala)
I'm hated by few loved by many
Getttin faded with the crew gettin buzzed off henny
Now the liquer got my mind runnin
They say we ballin but the times runnin so I'm tryin to beat the shot clock
Winter time heated seats on the drop top
Dinner time we gone eat when the block hot
Shit well who gone stop us A grew of mobsters and we lueger poppers
Till we subdued by coppers
Loyalty is everything so all my niggas know they can call on me for anything

(I served 10 years straight up um in them 10 years I lost everything I loved my pops my moms
Can you just imagine goin to jail in 1989 and them tellin you your release date is on febuary 2004 that Shit is crazy
I gave the prison system a decade 10 years of my life)

I can't call it cause I might spoil it I'm two sips from being alcoholic
In my hood that the nights chourus and this toast goes to lifes losses and all my soilders livin life lawless
Not worried what it might cost us And fuck the price brought us vvs on white flawless ain't nothin fresher than my white forces more than white forces they on our back like christ crosses
I'm extra large due to success try to nail me for a weapon charge due to my rep try tell me take a plea bargin fuck it so I tell'em take that plea bargin shove it and Fuck the chip it's like the worlds on my shoulders we cop bricks and mix the girl with the soda sit it the pot let twirl with the water if you got a weak stomach you might hurl from the odor

(We were just bad to the bone we were gangsta so we never did get a chance to prove to anybody how much good we had inside of us all they heard about was how drive bys and how many guns and how much dope we had so they never gave us the chance to figure out what was good about us)

[Chorus:]
You ani't got tell me about ccomin from nothin cause I know were livin in the fast lane my nigga sometimes it gets slow yeah heard that we be hustlen tryin to make it but steady strugglin, but you ain't gotta tell me about comin from nothin cause I know.

There's a war goin on outside no man is safe
Watch the snitches cause they close by
And tell my niggas keep there hopes high
I got vision goin multi
My eye sight is like 20/20 and hine sights like 20/20
And limelight is every bit of envy
Watch the snakes cause they gettin friendly
Watch the jakes cause they tryin to end me

[Chorus]

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Artist : JIM JONES
Album : Hustler's P.O.M.E. (Product Of My Environment)

[Jim Jones: Talking]
Uh huh
We back
We still on the streets
Rap game is now the crack game
Watch out for them rap police

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
The rap police is on my ass
Searchin for the ratchet
Im stepping on the gas while im swirving through the traffic
Watching the sun rise, twisting on the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking bout the cash
Cuz i heard the plottin one
You gotta have your paper right
they knocking at the door
im hoping they dont weigh tonight
we moves pies
trying to get the treasures,
Plush rides
getting high till the FBI come and get us
And we hit them clubs in the city
Now i got the thugs and all the drug dealers with me
virgin on the bottles
hope the groupies follow
im tryin to slide baby beeze?
The life styles of the thugs
young rich and famous
Give a fuck about the judge
we runnin from arraignments
speeding through life at a fast pace
so i pray to god tonight and im hoping i dont catch a case

[Chorus:]
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
cuz i like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
ducking dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg
Trying ride the wave in a deep sea
cuz i like to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights
ducking dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg

[Verse 2:]
Now i aint sleep about a week
but 7 Day theory
Im gunning in the streets everyday is getting scary
And any minute meet the queens with the reefer
but we gotta stay alive getting fadedd of the reefer
Liquor, no chaser, shits gettin major
fucking with the guns gotch ya nigga all chased up
Itd for the thrill so we do it for the love of it
Like oh what a feeling mother fucker when we thuggin it
[?] Mob, true to stay free
Free to cop a ride, hundred thousand on the V
Wallin in the whip, lets talk politics
they say niggas from new york is saw by the flip
Got gas in the range, cash on the ring
and im flying up lennox fast in the lane
They say its all up in the streets
rying to make a million while im dodging from police

Mother fucker

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Pay attention while i mention
that the birdgang is on the move
while you talking here we walking
like the way you want to do
we dem rock stars, keep dem hot cars
and a hot one for you ladies,
just griding for all the paper we can get up out this game

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Artist : JIM WHITE
Album : Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See
(with Aimee Mann)

3 A.M. I’m awakened
By a sweet summer rain
Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train
Was I dreaming
Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed?
Am I hearing things?
Or in the next room
Did a long forgotten music box just start playing?

And I know (it’s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead)
And I know (it’s a crime to weave your wishes into what they said)
And I know (only fools venture where them spirits tread)
'Cause I know (every word, every sound bouncing 'round my head)

Is just static on the radio
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio)

Now there's a church house
About a stone's throw down
From this place where I been staying
It's Sunday morning
And I'm sittin' in my truck
Listening to my neighbor sing
Ten years ago I might have joined in
But don’t time change those inclined
To think less of what is written
Than what’s wrote between the lines?

'Cause I know (dreams are for those who are asleep in bed)
And I know (it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead)
'Cause I know (for all my ruminations I can't change a thing
Still I hope (there's others out there who are listening)

To the static on the radio
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio
Static on the radio
(Ain't praying for miracles, I’m just down on my knees)
Static on the radio
(Listening for the song behind everything I think I know)
Static on the radio
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio)

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Artist : JIM WHITE
Album : Transnormal Skiperoo

The days of our innocence and grace flow by
The smiles we wear upon our face blow by

Oh, the sweet wine of youth
Goes sour over time
Seems like the more that you lose
The more you ache to find

A town called Amen
Like a bright-eyed smile
For some long lost friend
It's a town called Amen

Sit at the window sill
See the children rushing by
Come a flood of summer rain
Strange increments of time

How the wild engines run
Burning shadows from our minds
Lord when the purging gets done
I sure pray what's left behind

Is a town called Amen
Like a bright-eyed smile
For some long lost friend
It's a town called Amen

Come lay down on this bed
Hey, close your weary eyes
Like the clouds above our heads
Life slowly passes by

Did you kiss the dog you love
When you were a little child?
Will you lay in the arms of
Some sweet reverie a while?

In a town called Amen
Like a bright sunrise
Hey, if you open up your eyes
You're in a town called Amen, Amen

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Artist : JIM WHITE
Album : Transnormal Skiperoo

Sometimes you gotta take off your shoes
Sit right down in the middle of the road
Kick off the dust and deal with the news
That you are blind

These dreams are familiar
These are places we've been before
Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
Lies a path where blindly we go

And I ain't counting on nobody
Ain't counting on my fingers and toes
Ain't counting on no superstition
'Cause my proposition is we are blind

These dreams are familiar
These are places we've been before
Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
Lies a path where blindly we go

And on the day that I play my last hand
As I set out blindly for some promised land
One thing I know, I'll hope it's dreams not eyes
Take a soul where it wants to go

These dreams are familiar
These are places we've been before
Somewhere in the wild blue yonder
Lies a path where blindly we go
Blindly we go, blindly we go

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Artist : JIM WHITE
Album : Transnormal Skiperoo

Dixie is a scourge and a scar
And a girl in my heart and a state of mind
Jesus is the man with a plan
He's a short haired Mexican friend of mine

This small town crowd should've dragged you down
Can't leave your past behind
Wipers in the rain tap out time
Coming up on a new state line

I wanna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind
Gonna get me a fast car
Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear
Leave myself behind
Gonna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind

Midnight, take a short cut
Through the downtown cemetery
No stepping on graves
Check the statue of the Virgin Mary

She's catching moonlight in the shadows
Revealing spider webs
Can you see the black widow
Hung between our lady's hands?

I wanna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind
Gonna get me a fast car
Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear
Leave myself behind
Gonna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind

Now used to be when I was young
I was so hungry for oblivion
My thoughts would linger
Like fingers in a deadly web

But in time as sorrow showed it's face
In kind I learned to ache for grace
To work and pray to one day
Be delivered whole, alive and free

I wanna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind
Gonna get me a fast car
Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear
Leave myself behind
Gonna be a jailbird
From the prison of my own damn mind

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Artist : JIM WHITE
Album : Transnormal Skiperoo

When too much beauty numbs the mind
When what you see ain't what you get
When digging deeper what you find
Is skeletons best left behind

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
?Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds??

And when the monkey see what the monkey do
Some fool's checking out the chump in you
They got magic hoops for jumping through
You let some space case say false is true

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
?Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?
Do you blow minds?"

The further you go the deeper it gets
With so much to remember, it's fun to forget
Surrender your mind to life's sweet blindfold
Hey, don't think twice just do as you're told

Go on and crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down and the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down

We go crash into the sun
Ain't enough bullets in this here gun
We got cash, now who's talking trash?
Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down
We take out our brains and shake 'em all around
It's a gas, a real kick in the pants
Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting
?Hoo, who do you know, hoo, who do you know?
Hoo, who do you know?"

And do you, and do you, and do you, and do you, and do you
And do you, and do you, do you blow minds?
Just ask him, do you blow minds?
You gotta blow minds, can you blow minds?
You're wasting my time

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Artist : JIM WHITE
Album : Transnormal Skiperoo

Out in the junkyard in the pines
They're working over time
Hacking back them vines
That are eating up their minds
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

We're doing 30 in a 45
Disregarding highway signs
You learn to take your time
Down south in the summertime
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

It ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Living on the fruit of the vine

Now some say love come COD
Others turn to G O D
Cash it in on PCP, IOUs and IEDs
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

Scraps of paper in a tree
Photographs and memories
Train wrecks of tangled dreams
Lives coming apart at the seams
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

It ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Just living on the fruit of the vine

It ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Living on the fruit of the vine

Now that old vine, it never sleeps
And it strangles as it creeps
Out in the junkyard in the pines
Fall asleep and you will die
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

You think you're gonna get your little piece of the sky
Up in the sweet by and by?
As for me I believe I'll try to get mine before I die
Fruit of the vine, that old fruit of the vine

'Cause it ain't no crime in being alive
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Living on the fruit of the vine, living on the fruit of the vine
Living on the fruit of the vine, living on the fruit of the vine

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Artist : JIM WHITE
Album : Transnormal Skiperoo

That's how they found him
He was howling at the moon
He's sitting right there on the railway tracks
And the train was coming

There was a string of wild flowers
Draped around his collar
And when he saw the men were coming for him
Well, he began to holler

He cried, "Take me away, take me away"
But the men could not be sure
If he was talking to them or talking to the oncoming train

Now his mama she watched religion on the TV
Each day from dawn to dusk
And at night when she'd hear him howling
Well, she'd cried to Jesus

For years she begged the Sweet Redeemer
To heal her crazy son
Until finally she just gave up on miracles
And called the men to come

She told them, "Take him away, take my son away
'Cause after 20 long years
I've simply run out prayers to pray"

But as he stood to fight the men
From the other side of the railway bed
He thought he heard the calling voice
Of an old friend he thought long dead

But when he turned away from the men
He found it was a stranger calling him
And as if he knew that man
He smiled and raised his hand

As he stepped into the golden sun
Of the headlight of the oncoming train
And as he did he locked eyes with that stranger
He cried out one last time
He cried, "Take me away, please, take me away"

And to this day in this little town
Not a soul knows what he was trying to say
All them years of shouting take me away
No, no one knows what he was trying to say
Or who that stranger was

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Artist : JIM WHITE
Album : Transnormal Skiperoo

I'll never fit in so why should I try?
How I'm I ever gonna pass for a normal guy?
I can't wear no suit and tie, gotta let my freak flag fly
If I walk the straight and narrow one more day I think I'll die

Because I wanna live in a turquoise house
With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard
Drive around town in a turquoise car
Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

Now faith is a riddle and love is a dream
Things are seldom what they seem
If you say your prayers at night and comb your hair just right
You might not feel like you're in hell but then again you might

Me, I wanna live in a turquoise house
With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard
Drive around town in a turquoise car
Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

I want turquoise carpets and turquoise shoes
Turquoise papers with all the turquoise news
Turquoise only, not teal or aquamarine
I've seen my future and it's a shade of blueish green

Now I can't turn back, there ain't no way
(He's going turquoise today)
When word gets out there'll be hell to pay
(He's going turquoise today)

This life's not for the faint
But you can't be what you ain't
I know I'll never truly be myself
Till I get me that turquoise paint

Because I wanna live in a turquoise house
With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard
Drive around town in a turquoise car
Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

I wanna live in a turquoise house
With a turquoise garden and a turquoise yard
Drive around town in a turquoise car
Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

A turquoise girl with a turquoise heart
A turquoise girl in a turquoise dress
And a skirt and a shirt
That's covering up her turquoise heart

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