Lyrics One of These Days - Jim Crow
[Hook:]
One
of
these
days
And
it
won't
be
long
You'll
look
for
me
And
I'll
be
goin'
home
Gotta
hold
on
Gotta
be
strong
Cuz
people
don't
live
that
long
no
more
Now
I
been
off
in
the
cut
I
wish
I
knew
from
the
git
Plenty
money
on
the
table
But
this
thang
is
a
bitch
And
can't
see
nothin
See
you
blind
as
hell
This
change
that
I
got
Don't
mean
shit
if
we
don't
sell
Forget
what
ya
tell,
Playboy
Lookin
forward
to
buyin
my
momma
a
crib
And
tell
it
like
it
is
That's
the
deal
Decatur
been
hea'
Stay
down
what
ya
feel
I
miss
my
boy
every
damn
day,
for
real
Seem
like
last
week
that?
was
here
At
the
crib
gettin
blown
Damn,
I
wish
I
knowned
How
this
woulda
turned
out
To
have
a
nigga
stressin
I'm
prayin
every
night
to
thank
the
Lord
for
my
blessin
Confessin
to
change,
just
ain't
the
same
When
it's
me
That's
hard
as
steel
I
had
to
lose
my
folk
to
see
Resevoirs
run
dry
where
ya
knees
don't
bend
I
could
poor
a
fifth
of
Hen
But
it
ain't
enough
in
the
end,
cuz
[Hook]
Look
around
How
many
people
here
How
many
people
gone
How
many
times
you
done
sang
that
song
It's
so
hard
to
say
goodbye
That's
what
we
say
when
the
kinfolks
die
My
homeboy
Twain
Oh,
he
goin
through
a
thang
So
let
it
be
known
When
momma
gone,
shit
gon'
change
I
feel
his
pain
But
it
don't
rain,
everyday
Everybody
got
a
life
to
live
Some
choose
to
play
But
regardless
how
ya
live
it
Man,
we
all
got
to
give
it
Ain't
no
need
to
fight
it
Just
let
God
handle
his
business
Can
I
get
a
witness,
ha?
I
know
sometimes
I
call
girls
hoes
And
I
be
cussin
when
I'm
bustin
my
flows
I
try
to
tighten
up
But
dollar
signs
keep
lightin
up
In
front
of
my
face
And
I
can
taste
it
so
I'm
on
this
paper
chase
Waistin,
my
precious
time
Tryin
to
paste
my
grime
Unaware
of
the
finish
line
Niggas
dyin,
cuz
[Hook]
Now
my
past
is
gone
And
my
future
ain't
shit
Might
as
well
hit
a
lick,
cuz
time
tick
And
split
second
decisions
decide
if
I
live
or
die
Forever
rest
face
to
the
sky
Life
is
like
a
motor
burnin
out
You
done
heard
it
word
a
mouth
And
in
the
south
everyday
a
title
bout
Between
myself
and
I
Eye
to
eye
without
a
clue
If
it
angers
me
it
endangers
you
To
the
point
where
you
got
to
smoke
a
joint
'Cause
you
frustrated
Cussin
out
the
girl
you
was
datin
Nigga,
that
girl
trippin,
leave
her
She
feed
you
good,
keep
her
Or
smokin
on
this
reefer
I
teach
her,
how
to
be
seen
and
not
be
seen
The
phone
ring,
broad
tryna'
sell
me
dreams
It's
just
a
fling,
but
some,
don't
understand
Some,
won't
understand
Hash
in
the
hand
better
than
ass
in
the
jean
I
gotta
get
the
cheese
by
any
means
necassary
Bullshit
done
got
my
cousin
buried
The
way
ya
carry,
done
got
his
life
took
The
love
of
money
niggas
get
hooked
Quicker
than
crack
And
that's
a
fact
you
find
in
no
book
And
you
can
sho'
look
But
you
won't
find
none
Life's
a
card
game
with
no
shuffle
I
got
the
bad
hand,
tryna'
bluff
Touchin
pain,
flushin
shit
down
the
drain
Train
ya
girl
to
run
trains
Now
who
to
blame?
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