homeboy sandman - the things they carried lyrics
it goes 1, 2, turn it up
empty your pockets
1, 2, turn it up
empty your pockets
1, 2, turn it up
empty your pockets
unlimited monthly
89, just went up from 81
79 from 80 bucks
four leaf clover, lady luck
flyers to the party ’cause they’re paying us
sharpie ’cause i’m famous
not a ticket stub from citi stadium
hey
maybe berries, maybe nuts
maybe breakfast maybe lunch
pages rich with statements on the mania
flea collar, protection from the mangy mutts
parading with rabies through my radius
woooo
sony discman for traveling distances
pictures of my sister’s kids
some pamphlets from some baptists or methodists
adventists or something of that nature make unconvincing cases for taking jesus as my savior
cell phone so played out it might as well be a pager
a pen that’s mightier than a saber
the pockets of a promulgator of flavor
an artist every party favors
all types of party favors
it goes 1, 2, turn it up
empty your pockets
1, 2, turn it up
empty your pockets
1, 2, turn it up
empty your pockets
yo jr what’s in your pockets?
ascap membership card
small pad and pen for abstract messages god
some spare change for the pan handle city scramble timing is everything
frankincense oil he refines so heavenscent
receipts by the bundle
a business exec, yet on the humble
new technology what has this world come to?
iphone by apple the new mobile office
usually holding mints though life is like a box of chocolates pa
it don’t stop ’til the pockets are fat like show & a
he’s a soldier for the culture who’s still
holding the weight of the world
without complaints it’s real
of course he still hold mics god
that of stainless steel
got a lot on my mind can’t let it weigh me down
airwave air raid they gotta play me now!
walking with ancient tablets to civil ways of the savage
in pursuit of happiness, help build the status of the average cats
it goes 1, 2, turn it up
what’s in your pockets?
1, 2, turn it up
what’s in your pockets?
1, 2, turn it up
what’s in your pockets?
br-ss knucks tucked to the side
sand said d no ruckus applied
flyers for shows
some lames, some pros
got a pocket with a wallet full of n0body knows
city subway stubs – downtown bound
with an ipod bumping like “how that sound?”
my keys, no ignition
back of the levis
past due tuition?
gotta half a ticket when the knicks tossed the pistons
nickles and dimes for my loose cigarettes that i puff before a mission
three pennies for luck, quite superst-tious
hit list buried right beside my little wish list
three jelly fish, one big bowl
swimming through my threads right before a show
how it go
left side make noise
right side make noise
couple sizes big like it’s fitted for the big boys
carry the torch
thank my predecessors
yes you’re in the pockets of a man who thought it meant more
tell it how it is
you know it was
i’ma do it till the rabbit ears hold fuzz
(and that the things they carried
3d emcees
the team’s legendary
the things they carried
3d emcees the team’s legendary
that’s the things they carried
the team’s legendary
things they carried)
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