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never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because

We think we know what's freedom, but just a bird in a cage
Our limit is the horizon, enforced by a maddening rage.
Sitting all day in the darkness,

on to what you were, forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you

Cowboy Boots

Ryan Lewis

The Heist

2012

you were, forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why

the past 
And I could swing on by Valencia, bring you a red rose I picked out here 
It would never last

So now it's Christmastime in Athens
Step off your

Manson and his devoted helpers
Labianca and Sharon Tait

That fateful day at Altamount
By a Hells Angel knife a spectator was downed
Still no one held

your feet
When I returned received your name on a receipt
Printed at the time of transaction
Our interaction as awkward as acquaintances
Stuck in traffic

the mood everyday
I might hit you in the mornin' bae 
Feelin' like yesterday might be our last day 
I know it sound like fiction bae 
But I know you always

top of the ceiling like satellite  
Saddled with the same niggas I'm schemin' with every day and night
Every show I counted on their companionship by my

Nationwide. Determined to get by without you like a detour. You ran me dry like lakeshore.  Well I gotta end it not endure... So bon voyage, on to better days I

these words
I can die happily knowing I've still got you
Couldn't fathom being so highly
Renowned for these verses the day I change
You'll see Brinks

Everybody talking degrees but you just wanna make discs that last for generations
But simple minded niggas steady hating
Letting they doubts & fears infect

you since I’ve had you
I love all of your qualities, I couldn’t leave you if I had to
Back in them school days, I’m looking forward to last class too

eyes
And to the conscience who speaks his mind I wish him luck in these troubled times

And old acquaintance knocked on my door
He said I knew him