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POPPAS' TOOLS


All my poppas gettin' high
They say their minds just got to fly
All their lives are goin' by
I'd be so sad if one should die

These men I love and follow
Gonna pay a little bit
Their eyes so dark and hollow
I know how it feels to try to quit
Those sick-soul rejections
In the early hours of the dawn
Lookin' for a correction
'Cause it's still got me turnin' on

Tried to find some different poppas
But there wasn't none as cool
So the ladies got to cry some
'Cause she's playin' with
Her poppas' bruisin' tools

She took them out one day
To see what work they did
The work was worth the pay
But who's she tryin' to kid
 
Then those tools started their bruisin'
Costing more than she could spend
Started dulling her from too much usin'
Now, she's tryin' hard to put her
Poppas' tools back in their place again.


1977 cj







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