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The hoer hoes in his own vineyard.

Sicilian proverbs
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Keine Selbstkontrolle

Essen - essen - essen
Immer noch so hungrig
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Schlafen - schlafen - schlafen
Nachts immer so nervoes
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Nein, hoer nie wieder auf
Schnell ans telefon
Egal welche nummer
Jede stimme ist mir recht
Zu weit diesmal
Viel zu weit hab ichs getrieben
Der kopf platzt - mir ist schlecht
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Hinter jedem stuhl
Steckt ein schweigen, das lebt
Es kommt hervor, wenn der nebel sich hebt
Es frisst alles -
Alarm !
Lichter gehn aus, sterne stuerzen ab
Wie ein bienenschwarm
Keine selbst-
Keine selbstkontrolle
Keine selbst-
Keine selbst-
Keine selbstkontrolle
Reden - reden - reden
Ich tu dir nicht gern weh
Ich hoer nicht wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Regen in der strasse
Regen in der nacht
Ich muss jetzt weitergehn
Ich muss jetzt weitergehn
Nein, ich hoer nie wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Nein, ich hoer nie wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf
Ich hoer nie wieder auf

song performed by Peter Gabriel
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Hey Hey Hey Hey

Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
Oh no (uh uh uh oh no)
You think
You can pay mind games
On me
Timing doesnt know
Who wants me
While you do your thang
Im playin house wife
While youre off the chain
And I told you
Straight from the jump
No commitment
But thats what you wanted
Now you
Do what you want to
Hear you get around
While you hold me down
Guys think they can see through you
Do anything that they want to do
I tell you one thing is true
I can do much better than you
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
Hey hey hey hey
You gots to be on your way
Youre playin games I dont play
If you want to stay with me
Drop them hoes tell me
What youre gonna do
They say playa get played
And Im with that (woo)
I hate to play the game
Of get back
Im better than that
Though you messed around
With half the town
You know
I aint no hoe
But fa sho
Im letting you go
You act like
You got it wrapped tight
Yeah youre wastin time

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An Invitation Back to the Vineyard

Forever was the vesper's smile
Like in a nightmare's mist
An eerie breathing hiss
A servile guise striding along
The strife to escalate living
Throttling the abeyance of breath
With the red hands of gaiety
But the vineyard had no eyes
To witness this profound debauchery
So the trample cat-walked leisurely

Amidst the garden's cloak, I
Reckon with these ancient eyes
The dark that loiters in ubiquity
Under the nubile and florid light
Of the moon's chaste flourishing
Brewing the concoction of
A rose-wine dance of fire
And the whiffs of haughty ivy
Lost in the ghastly mangrove
My vision in an agog pirouette

And in this dour soliloquy stood
A sentry warding off the caterwauls
Endeavoring to disentangle from
The yards' saccharine and agonizing grope
A fiendish comrade that never abandons
Until I moseyed farther from the yard
Where the roots are buried at my feet,
The vines of eloquent wisps are spangling
Like lynches under the moonbeam
In a knot of vehement condensing,
The redolence is preposterously resilient
In a loop of melancholic bitter-sweetness;
Tongue in cheek: steadfast yet flimsy

Cobwebs drifted with an insidious sheen
Tranquilizing the lamp with shrills of fear
But this sentry fire I had held like my skin
That drove the shadows of the vineyard
Back into the cradle, the valley of dying stars
Spits scorches to the cognizance and fraternity
Of the shackles that tethered me here
In this feigned state of inebriation
And splintered me from the vineyard
Where my bones bloomed in desiccation,
Closer and closer, the vineyard closes in

Safe and sound from the horrors
Of the vineyard's myths and lore

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poem by Norman Santos
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Solomon

As thro' the Psalms from theme to theme I chang'd,
Methinks like Eve in Paradice I rang'd;
And ev'ry grace of song I seem'd to see,
As the gay pride of ev'ry season, she.
She gently treading all the walks around,
Admir'd the springing beauties of the ground,
The lilly glist'ring with the morning dew,
The rose in red, the violet in blew,
The pink in pale, the bells in purple rows,
And tulips colour'd in a thousand shows:
Then here and there perhaps she pull'd a flow'r
To strew with moss, and paint her leafy bow'r;
And here and there, like her I went along,
Chose a bright strain, and bid it deck my song.

But now the sacred Singer leaves mine eye,
Crown'd as he was, I think he mounts on high;
Ere this Devotion bore his heav'nly psalms,
And now himself bears up his harp and palms.
Go, saint triumphant, leave the changing sight,
So fitted out, you suit the realms of light;
But let thy glorious robe at parting go,
Those realms have robes of more effulgent show;
It flies, it falls, the flutt'ring silk I see,
Thy son has caught it and he sings like thee,
With such election of a theme divine,
And such sweet grace, as conquers all but thine.

Hence, ev'ry writer o'er the fabled streams,
Where frolick fancies sport with idle dreams,
Or round the sight enchanted clouds dispose,
Whence wanton cupids shoot with gilded bows;
A nobler writer, strains more brightly wrought,
Themes more exulted, fill my wond'ring thought:
The parted skies are track'd with flames above,
As love descends to meet ascending love;
The seasons flourish where the spouses meet,
And earth in gardens spreads beneath their feet.
This fresh-bloom prospect in the bosom throngs,
When Solomon begins his song of songs,
Bids the rap'd soul to Lebanon repair,
And lays the scenes of all his action there,
Where as he wrote, and from the bow'r survey'd
The scenting groves, or answ'ring knots he made,
His sacred art the sights of nature brings,
Beyond their use, to figure heav'nly things.

Great son of God! whose gospel pleas'd to throw
Round thy rich glory, veils of earthly show,
Who made the vineyard oft thy church design,

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poem by Thomas Parnell
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Und Durch Den Draht

Und durch den draht hoer ich dich
Und durch den draht wird er hart
Und durch den draht seh ich dich
Nur durch den draht
Freitag nacht in deinem bett aus chrom ich will dich
Ich klick und tick wien metronom ich will dich
Ich schleich ums wasserloch wie ein wildes tier ich will dich
Ueberdruck - warum bist du nicht da ich will dich
Und durch den draht bist du allein?
Und durch den draht nimm dich in acht!
Und durch den draht hoer ich dich schrein
Nur durch den draht
Uhrmacher mit der feinen hand ich will dich
Grillt blutige steaks auf rotem strand ich will dich
Fuehlst dus kommen schlangengleich ich will dich
Ich bin in dir glaesern und weich ich will dich
Und durch den draht hoer ich dich
Und durch den draht wird er hart
Und durch den draht seh ich dich
Nur durch den draht
Kreisel um die riesenstadt
Die keine zukunft hat
Lies das bild, mal das wort
Wirf bedeutung einfach fort
Jeder schritt ist hart
Vorsicht, draht
Und durch den draht bist du allein?
Und durch den draht wir saugen uns fest
Und durch den draht du musst durch den test
Und durch den draht wir suchen - o r d n u n g
Und durch den draht jenseits der grenze beginnt die fremde
Jenseits der grenze beginnt die fremde

song performed by Peter Gabriel
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Pearl

Pearl of delight that a prince doth please
To grace in gold enclosed so clear,
I vow that from over orient seas
Never proved I any in price her peer.
So round, so radiant ranged by these,
So fine, so smooth did her sides appear
That ever in judging gems that please
Her only alone I deemed as dear.
Alas! I lost her in garden near:
Through grass to the ground from me it shot;
I pine now oppressed by love-wound drear
For that pearl, mine own, without a spot.

2
Since in that spot it sped from me,
I have looked and longed for that precious thing
That me once was wont from woe to free,
To uplift my lot and healing bring,
But my heart doth hurt now cruelly,
My breast with burning torment sting.
Yet in secret hour came soft to me
The sweetest song I e'er heard sing;
Yea, many a thought in mind did spring
To think that her radiance in clay should rot.
O mould! Thou marrest a lovely thing,
My pearl, mine own, without a spot.

3
In that spot must needs be spices spread
Where away such wealth to waste hath run;
Blossoms pale and blue and red
There shimmer shining in the sun;
No flower nor fruit their hue may shed
Where it down into darkling earth was done,
For all grass must grow from grains that are dead,
No wheat would else to barn be won.
From good all good is ever begun,
And fail so fair a seed could not,
So that sprang and sprouted spices none
From that precious pearl without a spot.

4
That spot whereof I speak I found
When I entered in that garden green,
As August's season high came round
When corn is cut with sickles keen.
There, where that pearl rolled down, a mound
With herbs was shadowed fair and sheen,
With gillyflower, ginger, and gromwell crowned,
And peonies powdered all between.

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Georgic 2

Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;
Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,
The forest's young plantations and the fruit
Of slow-maturing olive. Hither haste,
O Father of the wine-press; all things here
Teem with the bounties of thy hand; for thee
With viny autumn laden blooms the field,
And foams the vintage high with brimming vats;
Hither, O Father of the wine-press, come,
And stripped of buskin stain thy bared limbs
In the new must with me.
First, nature's law
For generating trees is manifold;
For some of their own force spontaneous spring,
No hand of man compelling, and possess
The plains and river-windings far and wide,
As pliant osier and the bending broom,
Poplar, and willows in wan companies
With green leaf glimmering gray; and some there be
From chance-dropped seed that rear them, as the tall
Chestnuts, and, mightiest of the branching wood,
Jove's Aesculus, and oaks, oracular
Deemed by the Greeks of old. With some sprouts forth
A forest of dense suckers from the root,
As elms and cherries; so, too, a pigmy plant,
Beneath its mother's mighty shade upshoots
The bay-tree of Parnassus. Such the modes
Nature imparted first; hence all the race
Of forest-trees and shrubs and sacred groves
Springs into verdure.
Other means there are,
Which use by method for itself acquired.
One, sliving suckers from the tender frame
Of the tree-mother, plants them in the trench;
One buries the bare stumps within his field,
Truncheons cleft four-wise, or sharp-pointed stakes;
Some forest-trees the layer's bent arch await,
And slips yet quick within the parent-soil;
No root need others, nor doth the pruner's hand
Shrink to restore the topmost shoot to earth
That gave it being. Nay, marvellous to tell,
Lopped of its limbs, the olive, a mere stock,
Still thrusts its root out from the sapless wood,
And oft the branches of one kind we see
Change to another's with no loss to rue,
Pear-tree transformed the ingrafted apple yield,
And stony cornels on the plum-tree blush.
Come then, and learn what tilth to each belongs
According to their kinds, ye husbandmen,
And tame with culture the wild fruits, lest earth

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poem by Publius Vergilius Maro
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The Georgics

GEORGIC I

What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod
Or marry elm with vine; how tend the steer;
What pains for cattle-keeping, or what proof
Of patient trial serves for thrifty bees;-
Such are my themes.
O universal lights
Most glorious! ye that lead the gliding year
Along the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,
If by your bounty holpen earth once changed
Chaonian acorn for the plump wheat-ear,
And mingled with the grape, your new-found gift,
The draughts of Achelous; and ye Fauns
To rustics ever kind, come foot it, Fauns
And Dryad-maids together; your gifts I sing.
And thou, for whose delight the war-horse first
Sprang from earth's womb at thy great trident's stroke,
Neptune; and haunter of the groves, for whom
Three hundred snow-white heifers browse the brakes,
The fertile brakes of Ceos; and clothed in power,
Thy native forest and Lycean lawns,
Pan, shepherd-god, forsaking, as the love
Of thine own Maenalus constrains thee, hear
And help, O lord of Tegea! And thou, too,
Minerva, from whose hand the olive sprung;
And boy-discoverer of the curved plough;
And, bearing a young cypress root-uptorn,
Silvanus, and Gods all and Goddesses,
Who make the fields your care, both ye who nurse
The tender unsown increase, and from heaven
Shed on man's sowing the riches of your rain:
And thou, even thou, of whom we know not yet
What mansion of the skies shall hold thee soon,
Whether to watch o'er cities be thy will,
Great Caesar, and to take the earth in charge,
That so the mighty world may welcome thee
Lord of her increase, master of her times,
Binding thy mother's myrtle round thy brow,
Or as the boundless ocean's God thou come,
Sole dread of seamen, till far Thule bow
Before thee, and Tethys win thee to her son
With all her waves for dower; or as a star
Lend thy fresh beams our lagging months to cheer,
Where 'twixt the Maid and those pursuing Claws
A space is opening; see! red Scorpio's self
His arms draws in, yea, and hath left thee more
Than thy full meed of heaven: be what thou wilt-
For neither Tartarus hopes to call thee king,

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poem by Virgil
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Look At Me Now (feat. Mr Porter)

[Young Buck]
You Know, Growin Up In The Hood,
Goin Thru All Kinds Of Thangs, Ya Heard?
Some Of Its Good, Some Of Its Bad,
But The Things You Go Through In Life,
Make You Who You Are
Look At Me Now!
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young BuckIts Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
I Still Remember Them Nights Under The Street Lights
Fiends Don't Give A Damn, They Want Who Got The Cheap Price
I'm Trying To Get Right, Get It And Go
You See People Is Dyin' Fast, And The Money Is Slow
We Used To Hang In Front Of The Store
Flag Down Cars To Be A Movie Star, Go Get A Glass Jar
Once You Cook It And Cut It Homie, Go Stand Out In Public
See The Work Sell's Itself, If Ya Got Enough Of It
Plenty Thugs Get Shot, But See Its All In The Game
Even I Took A Couple Of 'Em, But Still I Remain
I Aint Dippin From That Same Lead Project Figga'
I Done Went With No Lights, And No Water Nigga
And I'm Still Hood, That Mean I Still Cook
Get On The Block And Go Get Mine, Like You Should
How Can I Be Good? When Rappers Wanna Be Shuge'
Suroundin' Myself With Family, So I Can Sleep Good
[Mr. Porter]
From The Day I Was Born, I've Been Hustle'n Strong
I Been Strugglin' Since A Child, Now Them Day's Is Gone
And Niggas Said I Wouldn't Do It, But I'm Proving 'Em Wrong
Now They Got They Hands Out Like I Owe Them Some
I Ain't Got Time For The Bickering, And Carrying On
It Aint Too Much Into Who I Don't Know
How Many Times Do I Have To Sit In And Grown
Im With Young Buck
Its Feelin Enough To Know When You Niggas Is Hoes
[Young Buck]
I Would Light Me A Cancer Stick, Thinkin How Can I Get
My Momma Out The Bricks, And My Whole Click Legit
Lil Jimmy In The Fed's, Its Just Me And Some Ted's
We Cuttin Heads Doin Whatever To Buy A Lump Of Bread
The Hot Beat Faces, I Really Loved It
To Blow 50 G's, And Don't Think Nothing Of It

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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. Matthew (Chapter 21)

At Bethphage on Mount of Olives,
Then, Jesus sent two disciples,
Into the village opposite,
To find a tethered ass and colt,
And bring them to Him, for His use.
If anyone should ask them then,
Reply, ‘Master has need for them.
He will return them soon after.’

This happened so that what was told
Through prophet might be fulfilled thus:
‘Say to daughter Zion, behold,
Your king comes meek, upon an ass,
And on a colt, beast of burden.’

His disciples did as He told.
They brought the ass and colt and laid,
Their cloaks upon them and He rode.

The large crowd spread their cloaks en route,
While others strew cut branches green,
En way to town Jerusalem.
They walked ahead of Him saying,
‘The Son of David, Hosanna,
Blessed‘s He who comes in the Lord’s name;
Hosanna in the Highest.’

On entering Jerusalem,
The whole city began to ask,
‘Who is this who shakes the town? ’
The crowds replied, ‘Prophet Jesus,
From Nazareth in Galilee! ’

Jesus went into the temple,
And drove out those who bought and sold;
He overturned their tables, seats,
Of money-changers, dove-sellers.

He said unto them, ’ ’tis written,
My house shall be for just prayer;
You shall not make it den of thieves! ’
He cured the blind and lame who came,
To Him, to the temple area.

On seeing Jesus do wonders,
And hearing children cry aloud,
‘Hosanna, Son of David king! ’
The scribes and chief priests turned angry!

They asked, ‘Do you hear what they say? ’

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poem by John Celes
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Hermann And Dorothea - IV. Euterpe

MOTHER AND SON.

THUS the men discoursed together; and meanwhile the mother
Went in search of her son,--at first in front of the dwelling
On the bench of stone, for he was accustom'd to sit there.
When she found him not there, she went to look in the stable,
Thinking perchance he was feeding his splendid horses, the stallions
Which he had bought when foals, and which he entrusted to no one.
But the servant inform'd her that he had gone to the garden.
Then she nimbly strode across the long double courtyard,
Left the stables behind, and the barns all made of good timber,
Enter'd the garden which stretch'd far away to the walls of the borough,
Walk'd across it, rejoicing to see how all things were growing,
Carefully straighten'd the props, on which the apple-tree's branches,
Heavily loaded, reposed, and the weighty boughs of the pear-tree,
Took a few caterpillars from off the strong-sprouting cabbage;
For a bustling woman is never idle one moment.
In this manner she came to the end of the long-reaching garden,
Where was the arbour all cover'd with woodbine: she found not her son there,
Nor was he to be seen in any part of the garden.
But she found on the latch the door which out of the arbour
Through the wall of the town had been made by special permission
During their ancestor's time, the worthy old burgomaster.
So she easily stepp'd across the dry ditch at the spot where
On the highway abutted their well-inclosed excellent vineyard.
Rising steeply upwards, its face tow'rd the sun turn'd directly.
Up the hill she proceeded, rejoicing, as farther she mounted,
At the size of the grapes, which scarcely were hid by the foliage.
Shady and well-cover'd in, the middle walk at the top was,
Which was ascended by steps of rough flat pieces constructed.
And within it were hanging fine chasselas and muscatels also,
And a reddish-blue grape, of quite an exceptional bigness,
All with carefulness planted, to give to their guests after dinner.
But with separate stems the rest of the vineyard was planted,
Smaller grapes producing, from which the finest wine made is.
So she constantly mounted, enjoying in prospect the autumn.
And the festal day, when the neighbourhood met with rejoicing,
Picking and treading the grapes, and putting the must in the wine-vats,
Every corner and nook resounding at night with the fireworks,
Blazing and cracking away, due honour to pay to the harvest.
But she uneasy became, when she in vain had been calling
Twice and three times her son, and when the sole answer that reach'd her
Came from the garrulous echo which out of the town towers issued.
Strange it appear'd to have to seek him; he never went far off,
(As he before had told her) in order to ward off all sorrow
From his dear mother, and her forebodings of coming disaster.
But she still was expecting upon the highway to find him,
For the doors at the bottom, like those at the top, of the vineyard
Stood wide open; and so at length she enter'd the broad field
Which, with its spreading expanse, o'er the whole of the hill's back extended.

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poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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The Song of Songs

The Bride and the Daughters of Jerusalem

The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine.
Because of the savor of thy good ointments
thy name is as ointment poured forth,
therefore do the virgins love thee.

Draw me, we will run after thee:
the King hath brought me into his chambers:
we will be glad and rejoice in thee,
we will remember thy love more than wine:
the upright love thee.

I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem,
as the tents of Kedar,
as the curtains of Solomon.
Look not upon me, because I am black,
because the sun hath looked upon me:
my mother's children were angry with me;
they made me the keeper of the vineyards;
but mine own vineyard have I not kept.

Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest,
where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon:
for why should I be as one that turneth aside
by the flocks of thy companions?
If thou know not, O thou fairest among women,
go thy way forth by the footsteps of the flock,
and feed thy kids beside the shepherds' tents.

The Bride and the Bridegroom

I have compared thee, O my love,
to a company of horses in Pharaoh's chariots.
Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels,
thy neck with chains of gold.
We will make thee borders of gold
with studs of silver.

While the King sitteth at his table,
my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.
A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me;
he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.
My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire
in the vineyards of Enge'di.

Behold, thou art fair, my love;

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poem by King Solomon
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Pimpin' Ain't Easy

[ice-t]
Godfather's in the house..
Grab yo' bitches
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 4x)
Take a look at me, everything i own's iced out
Pimp baby, you can see my wrists with the lights out
This is how i do it, mad bitches and clothes
Godfather baby, only play to my rogues
Step back, hater make a little room for my hoes
Gators on my feet, take a look at my toes
Money is the reason all the real players know that
Godfather lays punks to rest
He got no chance up against the best
I rocks in the east and i rolls in the west
If you don't dig the pimpin i could really care less
Cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy..
G-o-d, f-a-t-h-e-r
Hoes start runnin when they see my car
Even though i'ma pro wrestling star
They know i, don't play and i gotta get paid
Everything i wear baby's tailor made
I come into your town and go off like a grenade
And anyone who steps on the mat they get laid
Let me pimp or let me die that's the game i chose
Condos, speedboats, and beautiful hoes
Cartier wristwear, furs and gold
And mad cash baby too much to fold
Cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Grab yo bitches!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Big pimpin jumpin off!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Godfather's in the house, bitch!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy..
Break yourself bitch!
..
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't - pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Grab yo bitches!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Big pimpin jumpin off!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 5x)
Grab yo bitches!

song performed by Ice T
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I Get Around

(I get around)
Aww, yeah...
(round and round)
(round it go)
I get around...
Still clown with tha underground
When we come around
(round and round)
(round it go)
Stronger than ever
Back to get wreck,
All respect to those who break they neck
To keep they hos in check
cuz, hos, they sweat a brotha majorly and I dont know why, your girl keeps paging me.
She tell me that she needs me
Cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me, she squeeze me.
Lady take it easy...
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me,
I dont want it if its that easy.
Ehh yo bus it, baby got a problem saying bye bye
Just another hazard of a fly guy.
You ask why, it dont matter
My pockets got fatter,
Now everybodys looking for the ladder.
And aint no need in be greedy,
If you wanna see me
Try a beeper number baby when you need me
And Ill be there in a jiffy
Dont be picky. just be happy with this quicky
But when you learn, you cant tie me down
Baby doll, check it out
I get around
Chorus
Whatcha mean, ya dont know...
(round and round)
(round it go)
I get around
The underground just dont stop for hoes
I get around
(round and round)
(round it go)
I get around
Hey yo shock, let them hoes know...
Now you can tell from my everday fits, I aint rich
So cease and desist with them tricks (tricks)
Im just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
(a dime and a nickel)
Just cuz Im a freak

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Breath In Breath Out

(feat. Ludacris)
[Hook: Ludacris]
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out
Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out!"
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
I got to 'pologize to Mos and Kweli (probably)
But is it cool to rap about gold
If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali!)
First nigga with a Benz and a backpack
Ice chain, Cardi lens, and a knapsack
Always said if I rapped I'd say somethin' significant
But now I'm rappin' 'bout money, hoes, and rims again
And it's still about the Benjamins
Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms
Strippers named Cinnamon
More chips than Pentium
What'cha gon' buy next? Whatever new trend it is
I'm tryin' to spend my stacks
And I'm so broke I look back like "Damn, was I on crack?"
I mean twelve platinum chains, was I on that?
What the hell was wrong with me dog?
Sing along with my y'all
[Hook: Ludacris]
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya deez out
Breathe in, breathe out
Let them hoes fight, pull her weave out
If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
When I pull the piece out niggas like "Peace out!"
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Now even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick
I always had a Ph.D.: a Pretty Huge Dick
Ladies tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like

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Pimpin' All Over The World

Oh yeah....
Chorus: The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cuz we're pimpin all over the world. The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cuz we're pimpin all over the world.
Sing it hoes: the world, the world, the world
All over the world baby, It's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll cuz I been places you'd never imagine, but I'm gonna start at home when I see a girl I like I walk straight up to her and I'm like: Hey girl how ya doin? You are the woman that I'm really pursuin and I would like to get to know you can you give me your name if you jot down your number you'll get mine in exchange(hey) See I'm the man in this town and I hope you wouldn't mind if I showed you around, so when you go to certain places you'll be thinkin of me. We got people to meet and many places to see(hey) Mmmmm I'm really diggin your lips but be careful where you walkin when you're swing them hips. I'm kinda concerned you'll be causin a crash with your traffic jam booty heads pausin so fast(hey) I wouldn't trade you for the world I swear it. I like your hair in every style that you wear it, and how the colors coordinate with your clothes from your manicured nails to your pedicured toes (Whoo....Oh yeah)
(Repeat Chorus)
You hear the song so dance, don't always think I'm tryin to get in your pants. Cuz see me my pimpin's in 3D. I'm takin you places you only see on TV. Tryin to show you how you livin is trite, how many guys you know can bring the Travel Channel to life? One day we on the autoban swervin drivin, next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands. If you wit me ain't no time to sleep 'specially at wet willy's on Miami beach but I drop you off and pay you no attention if I make to Atlanta's ????? Brothers convention. Then, jump in the car and just ride for hours, makin sure I don't miss the homecoming at Howard's. Hawaii to D.C. there's plenty women to see, so if your ass don't show up it's more women for me.
Oh yeah...(Repeat Chorus)
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade, then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin hand grenades. Outnumbered by the dozens at the Jazzfest, then Mardis Gras all the women tryin to show me their chest. I'm in Jamaica spendin massive bucks while the ladies all beggin me to ?????? I had sad beginnings when I rapped with no fans now it's all happy endings on my lap in Japan. I used to think that it was way too cold, til I went to Canada and saw some beautiful hoes now I hit the Caribana every year in Toronto, then fly to Illinois and get a taste of Chicago. Oh yet and still, you wouldn't believe your eyes if you went to Brazil. (But where the best at?) Ain't no need in even askin bro the best women all reside in Africa and that's real. (Whoo...Oh yeah)
Repeat Chorus
Sing it hoes: The world, the world, the world
Pimpin pimpin pimpin....ladies and gentelmen as we ride out, could we have all the real pimps please, put both your pinky fingers high in the air. Now ladies, look around with me and lets see if we can't weed some of these niggas out, cuz it ain't no way that all these niggas could be pimpin. Now if happen to see a nigga with 2 sweat patches up under his arm look like he been swimmin in shoulder height water, please tell that nigga, put yo hands down. If you smell like you been at work all day and drakkar please put your hands down. Now look up at the pinky fingers that are still in the air. If you see 'em ashy around the knuckles like the nigga washed half his hands and lotioned three quarters of his body, please say, put yo hand's down. If your spinning rims spin counter clockwise, you are not pimpin. If you are dancin on the dance floor and you look to your left and your right and there is not a woman in sight, guess what? You guessed it, you are not pimpin. If you're vodka and cranberry is really really dark, like blood, that's because you didn't order vodka buddy, and that's why it's three dollars a glass. Oh put your hands down. Now look down, look down now i need, i need everybody to just to pull up your pants leg one time. Ok, you see the nigga with the white socks? Not pimpin!

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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. Mark (Chapter 12)

Then Jesus spoke in parables again.
“A man had planted vineyard in his place;
He put a hedge around and dug wine-press;
He built a tower, leased it to farmers;
He then set off on journey to somewhere.
He sent a servant at the proper time
To get some produce from his place.
They beat him, sent him empty-handed back.

He sent another servant once again.
They beat him on his head and drove him back.
He sent another whom they had just killed;
Like-wise they did to many others too.
So, last of all, he sent his only son.
He thought, perhaps they will respect his son!
This time, those tenants told one another,
“Here comes the only heir. Let’s kill him too.
The inheritance will belong to us.”
So, seizing him, they killed too!

“What will the owner of the vineyard do?
He will then come, put all tenants to death.
And he will hand the vineyard to others.”
Have you not read what scriptures say?
“The stone, the builders rejected,
Became the principal cornerstone! ”
This has been done by Lord wonderfully;
They sought arresting him but feared the crowd.
Just then, He had told them a parable;
They left Him now and went away.

They sent some Pharisees, Herodians
To try ensnaring Him in His own speech.
They told, “O Teacher, we know you’re truthful;
You do not care about opinions;
You teach in accordance with truth alone;
“Must we pay Caesar census-tax or not? ”

“Why to test me? Bring me a denarius.
Whose image/ inscription are found?
They replied immediately, “That of Caesar’s! ”
So, Jesus said to them, “Repay Caesar
Whatev’r belongs to Caesar as per law,
And give to God whatev’r belongs to Him.
They were astonished by His great wisdom.

Some Sadducees then asked Him, “O teacher,
Then, Moses wrote that if one’s brother had died,
And leaving wife, without any children,
His brother must raise descendants through her!

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The Odyssey: Book 24

Then Mercury of Cyllene summoned the ghosts of the suitors, and in
his hand he held the fair golden wand with which he seals men's eyes
in sleep or wakes them just as he pleases; with this he roused the
ghosts and led them, while they followed whining and gibbering
behind him. As bats fly squealing in the hollow of some great cave,
when one of them has fallen out of the cluster in which they hang,
even so did the ghosts whine and squeal as Mercury the healer of
sorrow led them down into the dark abode of death. When they had
passed the waters of Oceanus and the rock Leucas, they came to the
gates of the sun and the land of dreams, whereon they reached the
meadow of asphodel where dwell the souls and shadows of them that
can labour no more.
Here they found the ghost of Achilles son of Peleus, with those of
Patroclus, Antilochus, and Ajax, who was the finest and handsomest man
of all the Danaans after the son of Peleus himself.
They gathered round the ghost of the son of Peleus, and the ghost of
Agamemnon joined them, sorrowing bitterly. Round him were gathered
also the ghosts of those who had perished with him in the house of
Aeisthus; and the ghost of Achilles spoke first.
"Son of Atreus," it said, "we used to say that Jove had loved you
better from first to last than any other hero, for you were captain
over many and brave men, when we were all fighting together before
Troy; yet the hand of death, which no mortal can escape, was laid upon
you all too early. Better for you had you fallen at Troy in the
hey-day of your renown, for the Achaeans would have built a mound over
your ashes, and your son would have been heir to your good name,
whereas it has now been your lot to come to a most miserable end."
"Happy son of Peleus," answered the ghost of Agamemnon, "for
having died at Troy far from Argos, while the bravest of the Trojans
and the Achaeans fell round you fighting for your body. There you
lay in the whirling clouds of dust, all huge and hugely, heedless
now of your chivalry. We fought the whole of the livelong day, nor
should we ever have left off if Jove had not sent a hurricane to
stay us. Then, when we had borne you to the ships out of the fray,
we laid you on your bed and cleansed your fair skin with warm water
and with ointments. The Danaans tore their hair and wept bitterly
round about you. Your mother, when she heard, came with her immortal
nymphs from out of the sea, and the sound of a great wailing went
forth over the waters so that the Achaeans quaked for fear. They would
have fled panic-stricken to their ships had not wise old Nestor
whose counsel was ever truest checked them saying, 'Hold, Argives, fly
not sons of the Achaeans, this is his mother coming from the sea
with her immortal nymphs to view the body of her son.'
"Thus he spoke, and the Achaeans feared no more. The daughters of
the old man of the sea stood round you weeping bitterly, and clothed
you in immortal raiment. The nine muses also came and lifted up
their sweet voices in lament- calling and answering one another; there
was not an Argive but wept for pity of the dirge they chaunted. Days
and nights seven and ten we mourned you, mortals and immortals, but on
the eighteenth day we gave you to the flames, and many a fat sheep

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poem by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler
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Bible in Poetry: Gospel of St. Matthew (Chapter 20)

Heaven is like a landowner,
Who left by dawn from his vineyard,
To hire laborers to work;
He fixed their daily wages and
And made them work in his vine-land.

He met others at nine o’clock,
In market-place, standing idle;
He promised to pay what was just,
And send them off to his vineyard.

He left again at noon likewise,
And around three o’clock also;
At five o’clock, he found some more,
And asked them why they stood idle.
They told him none had hired them;
He sent them to vineyard to work.

When evening came, the owner told
His foreman to summon workers;
He ordered him to pay them all,
Starting from last, ending with first.

The ones who came by five o’clock,
Received their daily wages first;
But when the first ones came at last,
They thought they would receive extra;
They got just wages as spoken,
And grumbled at the landowner.

They said, ‘For one hour’s work, the last
Were paid equal to us although
We bore the day’s burden and heat.’

The landowner then said to one,
‘Do you feel I have cheated you?
Didn’t you agree on what I spoke?
Take what is yours and kindly leave.
What if I pay the last as you? ’

‘Am I not free to keep my word
And pay my money as I wish?
Do you envy my kind nature? ’
‘Therefore the last shall become first,
And first shall become last also.’

To Jerusalem, Jesus went
And told his twelve disciples there,
‘Behold, the Son of Man shall be
Soon handed o’er to chief priests, scribes;

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Eating and Drinking chapter VI

Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."

And he said:

Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.

But since you must kill to eat, and rob the young of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship,

And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in many.

When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,

"By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.

Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven."

And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,

"Your seeds shall live in my body,

And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,

And your fragrance shall be my breath,

And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."

And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyard for the winepress, say in you heart,

"I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress,

And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels."

And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup;

And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress.

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