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struck by the verses of this song
So I wrote them down I played along
I was on flow man vibes were strong
So I rolled a joint about eight inch long
I'm-ma

every day
Touch my soulscars
Got me down on my knees
Dry, cold air I breathe
Got me where you wanted me to
A lifetime under control
Sucide attempt to flee

the morning first I pump it up
If i don't do it love it then I lose the fuck so I pump it up 
I can't let it go It's my lingo they can't get enough
I get it by

And anybody you talk to you, gotta wanna match it.
Conversation was lit, like it was struck by matches.
But it really got started when we got on the mattress.

still tryna' figure out
What this about
Contusions, confusion
Where they came about?
Must be frostbite
I am freezing by midnight
You won't see the snow

the star of the universe and I got struck
Lets take it to the back room hit a blunt
Life you just got to live it fun

I got my swishers
I got my intuition
No

stupid!
A lot of people stall cuz they hit by Cupid and loop it until they old
By then they wonder what happened, then they fold!
I went at fear straight

drowning
Gone off track think I need rerouting
Too much temptation gets frightening
Brain zaps feel like I'm struck by lightning
Thinking of the end man I

But where is he when you're failing and suffering?
Standing by your side to hold you down when it gets rough again
Hurt so bad, you won't stop feeling

5 boy it smelled like a sewer
Strobe lights cigarette butts mixed with manure
Im always down for a good time live for myself
Im riding solo with

the Angel in the Wood,
"Joseph, by your mighty arms,
You will rebuild what was lost
With the priesthood.
Many will despise you,
Others, live and prize you,
No

with clay
Then a stone, uncut by human hands,
Struck the statue at its feet, crushing them beneath.
Then the iron, clay, brass, silver and gold,
Were

Boxman whooping them dumb fucks
Struck by the wrong end of my nunchucks
You'll witness the end of your days, perro
From today, one could say you have no

as the perpetrator remains at large
For more on this spinecurling and bizarre case
We go live to field correspondent Patrick Bogart

Thank you Harvey
Right now I'm

about the clout, still keep my head in the clouds
Man that's also from the loud, we be smoking Kush by the pound
Pray to God and still do wrong, was

ingesting too much beans
Depart! Before you are struck by the God King
But this is not war, this is love still
Tough love, the kind that we show to small kids

Anything
Anything
Anything
Anything
Anything

Hold on

Struck down by your nemesis
Bleeding out by design
Stuck in a state of paralysis
Ignore every fucking

fighting for our lives
Was she a mother, a loving wife
Why was no one there to turn them around when their world turned upside down

Let's worry less about

to
Apologize to people, they wouldn't
Because it would be struck down
In a committee anyways
Lucky for me, I don't need your
Fucking apologies at this point
I am

long socks each day
Jeered by jocks who couldn't stand my stride or style either way
I led the pack but those times were ice cold Ice Cold Whole mile

Devil's Advocate

Jesse James Dupree

Foot Fetish

2000

want to touch

You can touch and feel the
Things you want to taste
You can taste and swallow
Until the hunger

Turns me down deep inside
By now

She Makes The Moonshine
(Out of Ether Music/Eric Lives Here Music)
(Writers: Russell/Thiel)

When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
My world

woman watching over her dying mother
Who has been struck by the bullet
Of famine the daughter tells
Me about the journey to Mogadishu a
200-mile trek

Allowed to roam the jaded path
The devil walks down carefree
With piece in hand
Death dealer; no sorrow shown
With a badge to uphold the law

By any