It's About That Time/Willie Nelson (Live at the Fillmore East, New York, NY - March 1970) - Miles Davis

Bertha (Live at Fillmore East, New York, NY, April 27, 1971) Grateful Dead I had a hard run Running from your window I was all night running, running, running I wonder if you care? I had a run-in Run around and run down Run around a corner Run smack into a tree I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Dressed myself in green I went down to the sea Try to see what's going down Maybe read between the lines Had a feeling I was falling, falling, falling Turned around to see Heard a voice calling, calling, calling You was comin after me Back to me I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore Ran into a rainstorm Ducked into a bar door It was all night pouring, pouring rain But not a drop on me Test me, test me Why don't you arrest me? Throw me in the jail house Until the sun goes down Till it go down I had to move Really had to move That's why if you please I am on my bended knees Bertha don't you come around here anymore

The first I remember knowin' Was that lonesome whistle blowin' And a youngin's dream Of growin' up to ride On a freight train leavin' town Not knowin' where I was bound No one could steer me right But mama tried Was the only rebel child From a family meek and mild Mama seemed to know What lay in store In spite of all my Sunday learnin' For the bad I kept on turnin' And mama couldn't hold me anymore And I turned 21 in prison Doin' life without parole No one could steer me right But mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better But her pleadin' I denied That leaves no one but me to blame 'Cause mama tried Dear old daddy rest his soul Left my mom a heavy load She tried so very hard To fill his shoes Workin' hours without rest Wanted me to have the best Oh, she tried to raise me right But I refused And I turned 21 in prison Doin' life without parole No one could steer me right But mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better But her pleadin' I denied That leaves no one but me to blame 'Cause mama tried And I turned 21 in prison Doin' life without parole No one could steer me right But mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better But her pleadin' I denied That leaves no one but me to blame 'Cause mama tried That leaves no one but me to blame 'Cause mama tried

Old man down Way down, down, down by the docks of the city Blind and dirty Asked me for a dime, a dime for a cup of coffee I got no dime but I got some time to hear his story My name is August West And I love my Pearly Baker best more than my wine More than my wine More than my maker, though he's no friend of mine Everyone said I'd come to no good, I knew I would Pearly, believe them Half of my life I spent doin' time for some other fucker's crime The other half found me stumbling around drunk on Burgundy wine But I'll get back on my feet someday The good Lord willin', if He says I may I know that the life I'm livin's no good I'll get a new start, live the life I should I'll get up and fly away I'll get up and fly away, fly away Pearly's been true True to me, true to my dyin' day he said I said to him I said to him, "I'm sure she's been" I said to him, "I'm sure she's been true to you" I got up and wandered Wandered downtown, nowhere to go but to just hang around I've got a girl Named Bonnie Lee, I know that girl's been true to me I know she's been, I'm sure she's been true to me

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto