Pimpin', Leanin' & Feanin by The Watts Prophets Lyrics

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Pimpin\', Leanin\' & Feanin en Lyrics [The Watts Prophets]
Pimpin\', Leanin\' & Feanin English Lyrics Album The Black Voices: On the Streets in Watts

Quote from the song “Pimpin', Leanin' & Feanin” by The Watts Prophets


Pimping, leaning, and feaning
Some say I’m dreaming
But I know I’m scheming
Scuffling and hustling, slipping and sliding
Always hiding
Heat’s around underground
Hanging Blacks in the courts
Hustlers trying to stay off them white folk's jail reports

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Pimpin', Leanin' & Feanin lyrics [The Watts Prophets]

The Watts Prophets: Pimpin', Leanin' & Feanin Lyrics






Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Pimpin', Leanin' & Feanin” Released in 1969

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Pimping, leaning, and feaning
Some say I’m dreaming
But I know I’m scheming
Scuffling and hustling, slipping and sliding
Always hiding
Heat’s around underground
Hanging Blacks in the courts
Hustlers trying to stay off them white folk's jail reports

Pimping, leaning, and feaning
White folks coal, black folks get (bow?)
Like let’s blow up the world!
And send everybody to the moon in a blasting way
And little bits of pieces like blood and guts
Blood and guts, spread on a volcano
Everybody smashed up

Pimping, leaning, and feaning
Shit, I ain’t dreaming
Like I said before, I’m just scheming
Survival is my thing
Shooting dice for my life, trying always to win
And always losing cause of white folks choosing
Crackers constantly misusing Blacks
Abusing life, nature, babies, truth
The written word, the song of a bird
Destroy (there?)
(Hooking folks on horses?)
Pimping, leaning and feaning
Some think my thing is rest, dress, and request
Sometimes, I don’t even have a permanent address
I’m a thinking man
Forced to play a survival game, lame!
I’m an educated man
With a doctor’s degree
From S.W.U. Sidewalk University
Pimping, leaning, and feaning
Shit, I ain’t dreaming