Slow Cure Lyrics
| Song | Slow Cure |
| Artist | Common Market |
| Album | Tobacco Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Salute my company, the sum of these heads suggests | |
| Proof I can’t compete with he who judges me best | |
| Stumble in boots; steep and too many steps – plod and postulate | |
| With wonder – what these people gonna do to me next? | |
| I guess a penchant for the condescension comes from my mother’s kin | |
| Farm folk is different, sun form a tougher skin | |
| Then and now, meld with the elders, help to vent it out | |
| It’s wicked how they never showed emotion ever when in doubt | |
| Send me that, from the spot you’ve been in since Jimmy passed | |
| Empty past, wind blow, you know how McKinney’s act | |
| Probably I should have tried to acknowledge you properly | |
| And called her Roberts, ‘cause yo my daughter got the quality | |
| Of Rosalita, she arose a leader out the fire | |
| Spark of light, type matriarch – prize of the prior | |
| I avow to pass her this I gathered listenin’ to you | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| Tribal wisdom held the essence of the bible in him | |
| Tough times pressin’ found him fit to find religion | |
| Easin’ pain through the study of the struggle they done came through | |
| Misery enchained, it’s like he in Canaan the same, too | |
| News ran accounts of who you blamed, too – I felt that | |
| Posed in that position more than once, hell held back | |
| Who’s to say you threw it all away? | |
| They aint never faced the 8-guage prayin’ the maker take you today | |
| Heredity meted the faith and fate both | |
| Afraid to stray or wander, now may the former stay close, ‘sposed to | |
| Obey the code, it’s no simple task, men will ask | |
| Why you assimilate and denigrate, I dwindle fast | |
| Smoke signal kindled, blast back – found middle ground | |
| Balance act, pact challenge me: do my contingent proud | |
| Now and for everything a motto rings true | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Centralized to West side of the bridge | |
| Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is | |
| Comes second to the town; how’d this division exist | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Fellas, fam and folk controllin’ dos-o-six | |
| Goin’ for dolo, recall in all the things y’all do | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| The town’s idle chatter be a vital matter for discussion | |
| Some are good for nothin’ but disruption of the | |
| Momentum, though minimal it still slows growth | |
| Potentially killin’ the rhythm, softly pillows spoke | |
| Alleged bed fellows we are? Because of y’all’s hang up’s? | |
| Dead the jealousy and step your PR game up | |
| As if I never offered even dialog, called a dozen | |
| Meetings at the Beacon branch – people can’t speak | |
| In retrospect I hold regret over the whole | |
| Separation and representation of sets, bet I’m | |
| Dedicated to my record label, pledge stated ages back | |
| A few viewed the move as exclusive, my dude I hated that | |
| Aint nothin’ changed, got a name plus a sharper aim | |
| Market share, the common denominator remain | |
| To the Line and to the thine own self, try to be true | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Centralized to West side of the bridge | |
| Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is | |
| Comes second to the town; how’d this division exist | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Fellas, fam and folk controllin’ dos-o-six | |
| Goin’ for dolo, recall in all the things y’all do | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew |
| Salute my company, the sum of these heads suggests | |
| Proof I can' t compete with he who judges me best | |
| Stumble in boots steep and too many steps plod and postulate | |
| With wonder what these people gonna do to me next? | |
| I guess a penchant for the condescension comes from my mother' s kin | |
| Farm folk is different, sun form a tougher skin | |
| Then and now, meld with the elders, help to vent it out | |
| It' s wicked how they never showed emotion ever when in doubt | |
| Send me that, from the spot you' ve been in since Jimmy passed | |
| Empty past, wind blow, you know how McKinney' s act | |
| Probably I should have tried to acknowledge you properly | |
| And called her Roberts, ' cause yo my daughter got the quality | |
| Of Rosalita, she arose a leader out the fire | |
| Spark of light, type matriarch prize of the prior | |
| I avow to pass her this I gathered listenin' to you | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| Tribal wisdom held the essence of the bible in him | |
| Tough times pressin' found him fit to find religion | |
| Easin' pain through the study of the struggle they done came through | |
| Misery enchained, it' s like he in Canaan the same, too | |
| News ran accounts of who you blamed, too I felt that | |
| Posed in that position more than once, hell held back | |
| Who' s to say you threw it all away? | |
| They aint never faced the 8guage prayin' the maker take you today | |
| Heredity meted the faith and fate both | |
| Afraid to stray or wander, now may the former stay close, ' sposed to | |
| Obey the code, it' s no simple task, men will ask | |
| Why you assimilate and denigrate, I dwindle fast | |
| Smoke signal kindled, blast back found middle ground | |
| Balance act, pact challenge me: do my contingent proud | |
| Now and for everything a motto rings true | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Centralized to West side of the bridge | |
| Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is | |
| Comes second to the town how' d this division exist | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dososix | |
| Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y' all do | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| The town' s idle chatter be a vital matter for discussion | |
| Some are good for nothin' but disruption of the | |
| Momentum, though minimal it still slows growth | |
| Potentially killin' the rhythm, softly pillows spoke | |
| Alleged bed fellows we are? Because of y' all' s hang up' s? | |
| Dead the jealousy and step your PR game up | |
| As if I never offered even dialog, called a dozen | |
| Meetings at the Beacon branch people can' t speak | |
| In retrospect I hold regret over the whole | |
| Separation and representation of sets, bet I' m | |
| Dedicated to my record label, pledge stated ages back | |
| A few viewed the move as exclusive, my dude I hated that | |
| Aint nothin' changed, got a name plus a sharper aim | |
| Market share, the common denominator remain | |
| To the Line and to the thine own self, try to be true | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Centralized to West side of the bridge | |
| Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is | |
| Comes second to the town how' d this division exist | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dososix | |
| Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y' all do | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew |
| Salute my company, the sum of these heads suggests | |
| Proof I can' t compete with he who judges me best | |
| Stumble in boots steep and too many steps plod and postulate | |
| With wonder what these people gonna do to me next? | |
| I guess a penchant for the condescension comes from my mother' s kin | |
| Farm folk is different, sun form a tougher skin | |
| Then and now, meld with the elders, help to vent it out | |
| It' s wicked how they never showed emotion ever when in doubt | |
| Send me that, from the spot you' ve been in since Jimmy passed | |
| Empty past, wind blow, you know how McKinney' s act | |
| Probably I should have tried to acknowledge you properly | |
| And called her Roberts, ' cause yo my daughter got the quality | |
| Of Rosalita, she arose a leader out the fire | |
| Spark of light, type matriarch prize of the prior | |
| I avow to pass her this I gathered listenin' to you | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| Tribal wisdom held the essence of the bible in him | |
| Tough times pressin' found him fit to find religion | |
| Easin' pain through the study of the struggle they done came through | |
| Misery enchained, it' s like he in Canaan the same, too | |
| News ran accounts of who you blamed, too I felt that | |
| Posed in that position more than once, hell held back | |
| Who' s to say you threw it all away? | |
| They aint never faced the 8guage prayin' the maker take you today | |
| Heredity meted the faith and fate both | |
| Afraid to stray or wander, now may the former stay close, ' sposed to | |
| Obey the code, it' s no simple task, men will ask | |
| Why you assimilate and denigrate, I dwindle fast | |
| Smoke signal kindled, blast back found middle ground | |
| Balance act, pact challenge me: do my contingent proud | |
| Now and for everything a motto rings true | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Centralized to West side of the bridge | |
| Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is | |
| Comes second to the town how' d this division exist | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dososix | |
| Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y' all do | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| The town' s idle chatter be a vital matter for discussion | |
| Some are good for nothin' but disruption of the | |
| Momentum, though minimal it still slows growth | |
| Potentially killin' the rhythm, softly pillows spoke | |
| Alleged bed fellows we are? Because of y' all' s hang up' s? | |
| Dead the jealousy and step your PR game up | |
| As if I never offered even dialog, called a dozen | |
| Meetings at the Beacon branch people can' t speak | |
| In retrospect I hold regret over the whole | |
| Separation and representation of sets, bet I' m | |
| Dedicated to my record label, pledge stated ages back | |
| A few viewed the move as exclusive, my dude I hated that | |
| Aint nothin' changed, got a name plus a sharper aim | |
| Market share, the common denominator remain | |
| To the Line and to the thine own self, try to be true | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Centralized to West side of the bridge | |
| Know your loyalty to district, as important as it is | |
| Comes second to the town how' d this division exist | |
| Now this goes out to all area cliques | |
| Fellas, fam and folk controllin' dososix | |
| Goin' for dolo, recall in all the things y' all do | |
| Get down and organize and keep it real for your crew |
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