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Cuz like origami, used to always fold the hand I've been dealt
Used to listen to the sound of a broken record of paper thin excuses
I was stuck in

I'm just a north side, DC baby
Me mammy raised me by the horse ridin'
Council housing, crisis, crazy
When the sun's out
Sons come knockin' teeth for

The Tugboat Complex, Pt. 3

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers

Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning

Cowboy Junkies

200 More Miles, Live Performances 1985-1994

1995

Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
And this spell won't be broken
By the sound of keys scraping in the lock

Maybe tonight it's

I wrote this a while ago, I never put it on a record…
In my thoughts not by my lonely don't console me
Peep my feelings baby hold me mama
See here

whores
I got a lease
Can't even afford to own
Too broke to own a home
No throne no crown no gold
Just spit from the dome
Record Spotless
Like gun barrel

as somethin' to be broken,
Wrap 'em round ya neck
Look....you're chokin'!
On the same old thing that keeps the people down,
You should know by now a real king

of the born stuntta
Yeah Chris here
Niggas claim that they running it
I'll drop 
And put their records in wheelchairs
Who said that I was gone 
Cause I'm still

anymore
No Diamond Dogs no Canal Street Jeans
Took a walk around there met the girl of my dreams
Spin the stature down there by Washington Square
Broken

When I flew away, so sad you stayed
Where one party song played, broken records all-day
That fertile mind of your youth
Crushed by those deaf to truth

roses for your broken dreams
Repeating schemes like a broken record
That Guinness ain't ever gonna recognize
Dark Fade, stout, and nitrous-oxidized
You

always someone else to blame
Don't tell me
Don't tell me how you're haunted by the ghosts of lovers past
You're the first to point the finger and you

hand out
I leave them naked
Pause
Hey I don't gotta follow your laws
Records are meant to be broken
You broken mentally god
With each day I improve on my

that’d be a broken record
I never move cause i don’t wanna feel the pressure
But when i do, i still make an effort
Freddy Kruger in my dreams for some tea

twice
Illuminati shit, hidden in plain sight
All these artists lacking flavor like some white rice

Broken hearts, bloody and bruised
Open scars I'm tryna

Got to learn to show love
Earn that growth adjust
Persevere oppose structure
The broken buttons tugging
At heart strings like normal
Is tattered

allegory
American Horror Story
Man down
Swollen
Beat up
Broken
Used up
Stolen
Man down
Love may vanish to the southern plains
Praying to the east, sometimes

better by now, after all
After all, that we been through
But I’m a wait, I’m a wait, I’m a wait
Cause I heard your Gram say you been through
With it, I

Body
A new body in my bedsheets
If you ask me it happens daily
Farewell every morning

Dark eyes
You think I'm plain, but I'm a white lie
'Cause

Offering and taking it back
Making a cut right on my neck
And i got too obsessed
Just by discovering that
Every friend is a fake
It is a covering act
I need

people
You flexin' plain janes I can tell that we not equal
Dog shit now they think I'm selling kilos
Nah bitch, that's the color of the white lows
She is

provide a better future for my grandchildren
Show me something that's handwritten
Not a lost conscience that's destroyed by a broken system
You say I ain't

The dark withins
Obscure my sight
In a plain white room
Now I see no sign
No mirrors or smoke
No windows, no doors
Just a faint greyish light
From

When you're born to start with an empty book
All pages are plain and white
No idea how to fill 'em up
No idea how it's gonna end
Sometimes it's hard