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Few Good Things, an album by Saba: Back Home, a tour by Saba tickets on sale now: Photography by Dawit N.M., on the Westside of Chicago Lyrics I put the punch in the kick instead of punching a clock It’s no wonder that this is timeless Nights spent sleeping on the floor need a bed or at least a cot Since his dreams starting to define him The grind never stopped for the working class fuck a birkin bag I learned my colors then I had to watch what color shirt I had Like I concierge I show the way of our concerning past But everybody can’t come along I come to terms with that I ain’t never been one to burn bridges or burn a bag Ironic money turn a man into a island and a friend into a financial advisor Take a family and divide it in America, the land of the tyrant Still with the same niggas and that mean the women too The only thing changed what I paid for the tennis shoe Like Eminem on stage for he blew, this is living proof Bad things come in
