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the things that were done or said,
Now there's an image of you, floating like wreckage through my head,
For better or for the worse, I think I'm starting

no more
Get the door and don't let it hit you
Where you were split by the good Lord
Done picked number three World War
Yah that living room floor
Is

by ice walls. And on the other side of the ice walls is
where the aliens live.
So what?
You still have to eat. You still have to figure out a way

a way back home
I'll leave the light on my love in case you find you way back home


Well I should have done better by you
I should have done better by

that were so close to me
That all she could see was a figure up until she fucking noticed me
So on my way there
I'm ducking and dodging
I can’t fucking

your every word
This always comes at my own expense
And after it's done
The world is blurred
I'm really concerned
I think I've been burned
By this thing

the way that it's gonna be

Yall just couldn't let me be this family man I'm tryna be
This hip hop thing was starting to mean less to me oh guess who

Or dead! DEAD!
DEAD!! DEAD!!!
THEY WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!!

The way we used to things was inherently flawed
People were allowed to do too much—now it's

DEAD!
DEAD! DEAD!
THEY WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!

The way we used to things was inherently flawed
People were allowed to do too much-now it's less

stayed G'ed up unless must I will
I stayed up all night, I argue and fight by myself; this can't be right
Hmm cuz if the lights were the sound of the siren

fire
We're the talk of town, everyone admires
How we get down, the way we light it up
Some might even say we were born in love

If it wasn't for

loved me when you had me
You heard I'm doing things you won't say
What makes it worse is you're doing the same things
We're perfect opposites
Our love is

fell from the Heavens in the sky
In the beginning of time
It Twas a Long Way Down
Collision Record breaking high
As he Swoope's by
He'll try to keep you

I regret giving this shit a try
Time goes on, still tryna find my way
Wonder if I think enough bout all the things I say
But it's all said and done

just shouldn't of
Yeah and there's no excuse
I regret the fact I hurt you with the way I moved
I could tell I broke you by the things you say and what

conjured friction and concepts were nonexistent
It could be 10 million things with one mind
Or in the space between nothing and infinity combine
Well this

I don't know why you ever had to leave
You were the only one around to ever help me breathe
And now I feel so stupid cause I knew it
The things you

You'll see how real it is
By the time I'm done
For you suckers that tried to
Convice me I'm less than
And conspired against me, you left me to die

tripping,
Prep for war with DMX's Slipping.

Thought we were done when we lost Big-Pun,
Then Covid imposed on Fred the God Son.

Gave us hits that still fill

and askin'
"What do I do next?" (Yeah)
"Why so perplexed?"
We're soldiers in the storm
We're in a world of war

I done seen a lot of things, been evicted twice

Ballad of the Harp Weaver

Willie Nelson

Best of Cash and Nelson

2001

the woman's head leaned against her shoulder 

Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings 

Were weave weave weaving wonderful things 

Many bright

wonder I'm now bored by just walking education 
'Cause I've realised now through menial things that 
I'm an individual who has a purpose I can...

grabbed
I ain't sayin' a thing
But if I'm lackin' then
I'm weighin' him in

Back your shank, I ain't fistfightin'
(No way) swing my blade and it slid right

the
Fire under me
The one that made me see I ain't Alone out on these streets, see me Walking by myself
But it is way more than it seems
But little do they