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Back Home (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron "There's been a whole lot said about your city living They told us that the streets were paved with gold And some of us believed 'em, left our home and came looking But that was just another story they Bicentennial Blues (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron Some people think that America invented the blues And few people doubt that America is the home of the blues As the bluesicians have gone all over the world carrying the blues message And the world has The Bottle (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron Preacherman tried to help her out, she cussed him out and hit him in the head with a bottle. And don't you think it's a crime when time after time, people in the bottle. Home Is Where The Hatred Is (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron "A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled with pain and it, Might not be such a Winter In America (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron people know It's winter Winter in America And ain't nobody fighting 'Cause nobody knows what to save Save your soul, Lord knows From Winter in America The Constitution A noble piece of paper With New York Is Killing Me Gil Scott-Heron Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know That New York is killing me Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee Let me Ain't No Such Thing As Superman (With Brian Jackson) Gil Scott-Heron Save The Children (With Brian Jackson) (Live) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron Winter In America (With Brian Jackson) (Solo Ver.) (Bonus Track) Gil Scott-Heron people know It's winter Winter in America And ain't nobody fighting 'Cause nobody knows what to save Save your soul, Lord knows From Winter in America The Constitution A noble piece of paper With NY Is Killing Me Gil Scott-Heron, Jamie XX Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know That New York is killing me Yeah I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee Let me The Other Side Gil Scott-Heron my life How I should run my life What should be happening with my life They're on the other side They're on the outside I'm on the inside Things always look so much better on the other side Four O'clock Comment #1 Gil Scott-Heron Two long centuries buried in the musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume. On Coming from a Broken Home (Pt. 1) Gil Scott-Heron this a special tribute To a family that contradicts the concepts Heard the rules but wouldn't accept In addition, women folk raised me In addition, I was full grown before I knew I came from a broken home Enough Gil Scott-Heron it was not enough that we were bought and brought to this home as the slave, locked in the bowels of a floating shithouse, watching those we love eaten away by plauge and insanity, flesh falling like strips NEW YORK (CONCEPT DE PARIS) (Feat. Gil Scott-Heron) JAY-Z to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from [Chorus: Gil Scott-Heron On Coming from a Broken Home (Pt. 2) Gil Scott-Heron seamen, railroad men, truckers, pilots Who lost their lives but not what their lives stood for Because men die, men lose, they are lost and they leave And so do women I came from what they called a broken home The Revolution Will Not Be Televised Gil Scott-Heron You will not be able to stay home brother you will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out you will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip skip out for beer during commercials Because the Gun Gil Scott-Heron Well when he's out late at night, and if he's got his head on right, Well, I lay you 9 to 5 he's walking with steel. The New Deal Gil Scott-Heron Back during the non-violent era. I was the only non-violent one. As a matter of fact there was no non-violence 'cause too many rednecks had guns. Is That Jazz Gil Scott-Heron Bird was the word back when tenors were heard From Kansas right up to the Prez And Billie was really the Queen of a scene That keeps echoing on in my head. Alien (Hold On To Your Dreams) Gil Scott-Heron Midnight near the border trying to cross the Rio Grande Runnin' with coyotes to where the streets are paved with gold You're diving underwater when you hear the helicopters Knowing it's all been less than The Subject Was Faggots Gil Scott-Heron the faggot hall Balling, balling, ball-less faggots cutie cootie and snoodie faggots I mean you just had to dig it to dig it the crowning attraction being the arrival of Ms Brooklyn looking like a half-back Everyday Gil Scott-Heron what I try to do I'm still loving and living, lying and losing Every day (Yeah, every day) I've got a job And to say the least It don't mean a thing (it don't mean a thing) It don't begin to compare With H2O Gate Blues Gil Scott-Heron And if you take these 3,000 and divide them by 6, you come up with 500. Meaning that there are at least 500 shades of The Blues. For example, there is... The "I ain't got me no money, blues". B Movie Gil Scott-Heron They want to go back as far as they can even if it's only as far as last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. Give Her A Call Gil Scott-Heron My life is one of movement I been running as fast as I can I've inherited trial and error directly from my old man But I'm committed to the consequences Whether I stand or fall And when I get back to my Jose Campos Torres Gil Scott-Heron brought us the comfort we suspected The recognition of our terror and the screaming release of that recognition Has not removed the certainty of that knowledge -- how could it The dogs rabid foaming with Angel Dust Gil Scott-Heron Angel DustYou won't remember what you're Missin', but down some dead end streets There ain't no turnin' back. Don't Give Up Gil Scott-Heron you hear iiiiiit Callin’ your name x 2 Yeah talkin’ bout spiriiiiiiiiiiits heh There are people whose lives are so far of the track That what they like best about life is stabbing’ brothers in the back No Knock Gil Scott-Heron You explained it to me I must admit But just for the record you were talkin' shit Y'all rap about no knock bein' legislated For the people you've always hated In this hell hole you, we, call home No knock