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Johnson Jack Times Like These

', cryin', birth and dyin' Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture But then her But times, times like these, in times like

slow action, reaction, sticks and stones and broken bones those for peace and those for war and god bless these ones not those ones but these ones made times like these and times like

slow action, reaction, sticks and stones and broken bones those for peace and those for war and god bless these ones not those ones but these ones made times like these and times like

slow action, reaction, sticks and stones and broken bones those for peace and those for war and god bless these ones not those ones but these ones made times like these and times like

Action, reaction, sticks and stones and broken bones Those for peace and those for war And god bless these ones, not those ones But these ones made times like these And times like

they are made out of real things like a shoe box of photographs with sepia-toned loving Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like

walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop And nigga I like

Don switched to part 2 that's crooked intentions mixed wit rebel Like tha devil on me, pookie get control of yoself Cant release tha rippla on these

for a full time jack move But they don't know, that these blades here crack dudes Give it to them quick, something like fast food Take a nigga gun like