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into Hand of Doom
Thus I will pour it into the river of fire
This is the end, my friend, in unity 
Crushed is the man again

Centuries ago in the heart of Africa creatures were not as they are today
There were dinosaurs and things and dodos with wings
And man walked on all

to the amazon
With the raging fires and the cattle farms
Well i called the gods with a river song
Man i beat the water like a kettle drum
But i didn’t get no

grown old
Look at the sun
Peeking through the trees
I feel as if I'm floating
When your breath rolled down my skin
I have raced across an alleyway with

other dude
Whole life I been tame, but this that other dude

Bro want a Benz, but I need that Rolls
Remember them days, posted by the store
Getting

my masterpiece

Woah, woah, inspired by the flow
Jump into this river, of endless fucking flow
Drown and drown (drown and drown), until I find my

naked in some stranger's eyes
So I'll whisper, a little cry
Hope this memory'll soon pass by. Ooh

Baby, I got feelin's old and strong
I did not

So many buildings that is taller than the trees 
Black colored river filled by the dead fish
I see the old man looking for a bliss
So where is

The force of reckoning arrives
Born from our souls
Man has raised
The mark of our end
Fields of green turned to ash
As the ground opens our path

the old men know you
Walking by
They'd never say a word, look sorry, guilty
For something you lost somewhere
Social isolation
Maybe go to the states
Hook up

to roam
This far away from my home

And I met an old man who looked just like me
All wizened and ruined and drunk as can be
He opened his book and he wrote

how to work with me hands
I learned from afar how to be a real Man
He said "You 18 years old and now ya on ya own
But how you throw me out thea

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

of my flaws
c dried-up root now soaking deep
In the river of your love
My old self has passed away
What was broken you've restored
Piece by piece you put

you up like the Russian
And give your ass a concussion, empty the clip, play percussion
She givin' thanks for the stuffin', so much better than her man

the lucky golden ticket
Finder number five
Found some money in the street
And just wouldn't u know
You got an old man dancing
He's your Grandpa Joe
You got

hands
Catch you getting off of work then I'll put you in a van
Tie you up in rope, have you screaming for your man
But bitch they can't hear you, down by

run somethin' by you
Used to hit my line and I'd be incentivized
When we talk I feel like I'm on thin ice
Don't understand how what we had just died

days
cnd oh they're clinging by their fingers
In the river of my mind
Thickly through the hazy fog the past just waves
It's getting far behind

Yeah but

Past the creeks, the rivers and lakes
I turn up the heat, my eyelids are heavy 
I need a drink and a sleep
Off in the distance and yellow light flickers

Oom well, heh!
To the rocky bend
Medi-mer river heavy
Bushka bobbing number heated protein in her acid
Could be the brain died not, and I levnish

mess with him back in the day
But I seen him around now and he got a bit stocky
Since he stopped playing Junior B Hockey
I saw his old man at the LCBO

floatin'; coastin'
The river slithers like a snake
Like The Emperor, mountain peaks are Jade
A Light Dragon in the distance
Connects telepathic to offer

the store runner, that's why you lash out?
Money hungry nigga, I got a disorder
Mexican plug told him to meet me up by the border
Aye, I gotta kill this plug,