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Any artist, any song, any lyric...
Whether it's motivational, emotional, etc. it doesn't matter.

I'll start this off:

Kid Rock - Amen
The whole song has strong/powerful lyrics but the opening is just too ****ing deep if you can relate...

"It's another night in hell
Another child won't live to tell
Can you imagine what it's like to starve to death

And as we sit free and well
Another soldier has to yell
Tell my wife and children I love them in his last breath"​

"But faith in human nature, our creator and our savior, I'm no saint
But I believe in what is right"
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Just heard the song Big Hard Sun by Indio or Eddy Vedder the other day and while I won't post the lyrics, I always thought they were masterfully written with imagery and metaphor. I've always admired people who can master artistic writing that way. I'm just a "here are the facts" type.
 
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This one is dedicated to FiReStArT, lol

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Whole lotta rosie


Wanna tell you a story
'bout a woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
Oh she steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty

Ain't exactly small

Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six

You could say she's got it all


Never had a woman

Never had a woman like you

Doing all the things

Doing all the things you do

Ain't no fairy story

Ain't no skin and bone

But you give it all you got

Weighing in at nineteen stone
 
Ill castor Troy you,
Change that face on you,
But the bullet change all that for you.

I put that Molly in her drink,
She ain't even know it.
I took her home and fun with it,
She ain't even know it.
 
These are the days of the open hand
They might just be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh, you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
'Cause he has no children to come back for

It's hard to love there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time



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Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine

While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic at best
My art imitates crime
Paid for by
The allies
So invest

Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
There's a vintage thirst returning
But I'm sheltered by my channel-surfing
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo

A tribute to false memories
With conviction
Cheap imitation
Is it fashion or disease?
Post-ironic
Remains a mouth to feed

Sell the rights
To your blight
And you'll eat

Now I'm finding truth is a ruin
Nauseous end that nobody is pursuing
Staring into glassy eyes
Mesmerized
See the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo

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I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me.

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Always listen to 8 mile song before a work out.

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I've been cursed, I've been crossed
I've been beaten by the ones that get me off
I've been cut, I've been opened up
I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved

(Chorus)
You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away, wash away
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
All you left behind is a chalk outline

I've been cold in the crypt
But not as cold as the words across your lips
You'll be sorry baby some day
When you reach across the bed where my body used to lay

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oilycreek said:
I've been cursed, I've been crossed
I've been beaten by the ones that get me off
I've been cut, I've been opened up
I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved

(Chorus)
You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away, wash away
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
All you left behind is a chalk outline

I've been cold in the crypt
But not as cold as the words across your lips
You'll be sorry baby some day
When you reach across the bed where my body used to lay

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Is that by Kenny Rogers or something?

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Have you ever had the feeling that you were being had?

Don't that sh*t make you mad? They treat you like a slave.

Put chains all on your soul and put whips on yourback.

They be lying through their teeth, hope you slip up offyour path.

I don't switch up,I just laugh. Put my kicks up on their desk, unaffected by their threats. Thenget busy on their a*s.

See that's how shytown made me. That's how my daddy raised me.

That glitter may not be gold. Don't let nobody play me.



Lupe Fiasco – The show goes on
 
Brothers are stealin' and dealin' and big wheelin'
And to a younger mind that stuff is appealin'
So what do they do, they gather up a crew
Go out and steal and rob instead of gettin' a job
Now your mother tried to bring you up better than that
The same way she loved you you loved her right back
But now you think you're grown and you argue a lot
Over money you got from dealin' stuff on the block
Now you're not the only one in the world that has problems
Keep your head straight and you can surely solve them
Be a fly guy and reach sky high
And like the Jeffersons you get a piece of the pie
I hope you take heed to the message I brought
In other words: the lesson I taught
The Redhead kick a lyric but I won't sing
And the FBI Crew wants you, and you and you to do the right thing...

Redhead 1989
 
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