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Howard Kingsbury Smith (May 12, 1914 – February 15, 2002) was an American journalist, radio reporter, television anchorman, political commentator, and film actor. He was one of the original Edward R. Murrow boys.
Smith was born on May 12, 1914 in Ferriday in Concordia Parish in eastern Louisiana near Natchez, Mississippi, to Howard K. Smith, a nightwatchman descended from a poor but "gentleman-farming" family in Lettsworth in Pointe Coupee Parish north of Baton Rouge, and the former Minnie Gates, the daughter of a Cajun riverboat pilot.
Smith worked his way through Tulane University in New Orleans, having studied German and journalism. After his graduation in 1936, with both bachelor of arts degree, he signed on as a deckhand with a ship bound for Germany, where he briefly studied at Heidelberg University. In 1936, he spent a year as a reporter in New Orleans before securing a Rhodes Scholarship to Oxford University's Merton College, from which he graduated in 1939. Smith became active in student politics, mostly protesting Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain's seemingly soft attitude toward Nazism. While at Oxford, he was the first American ever to chair the university Labour Club.
The life for the young nigga with many bless
Tryin to overcome the struggle with the second guest
Pure pressure the devil learn he will protect
I'm just tryin to bubble you don't wanna let
Feeling like my old friend start to better guess
Fuck em my weapon got me like the red
So every day I'm hustlin selling tracks like crack to my customers
Picture me rollin I'm on my job better than ever
The definition of livin this niggas lives
Going hard for my niggas is doing time
These nigags claiming more money but won't grind
These niggas claiming they're gangsta but don't rhyme
I know some niggas that's gangsta that let it fly
So miss me with all that 'cause is all rap
My nigga this is all rap
Chorus:
They say the world will never love me
And that why would it matter, no
But even when it doubt me, I
I never let em stop me, no
And got so crowded at the bottom and jeni to the top
So everybody I made it so I ain't gonna stop, so come on
Oh my niggas come on me
Fresh out the oj, step on the pj
Bout to make a hundred in the mo is the replay
All is money callin grand bingy on the three way
'Cause I'm the one that cut the cake, dj it ain't my bday
For the switch the shit I had em follow with my lead ways
Trappin off the re-pay stayin close three days
Runnin in the race I ran with metal like the relays
But now I've been bird off spinnin like the dj
More paper, more problems, more hammers
More haters, fast watches, more cameras,
Bad bitches, south parties no campus
So rock bottles and top models they're going homage
Huh, fly with that nigga in back of the joe
Just made a melly on the road I'm back of the code
I'm back at the store rappers and taking their fans
My bitch was made out of lunin, my jade was made out of...
Chorus:
They say the world will never love me
And that why would it matter, no
But even when it doubt me, I
I never let em stop me, no
And got so crowded at the bottom and jeni to the top
So everybody I made it so I ain't gonna stop, so come on