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Of this old-fashioned barber shop
Across the street from a bar that got
Abandoned vibes, and a letter hanging by the end of its name
It was really Janet but

that's neglected
By those who are living
At the dark end of the street
But still I greet them as my friends
Though they be my enemy
Bending me almost
'Til

by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just

wow
This is your fault, made a poor call, now it's last call
I'm a drink till I pass out in my glass house
Smoke weed, get drunk, do the things that I

that I will make it
But it's been 7 days
And I'm still waiting on the weekend
I'm tryna find time
But I can't find the reasons
I been tryna make ends

that at love I was bad
When we dwell we tie our hands
We lose the friend we could've had

Put my empty bottle in the rain
Watch it fill up drip by drip,

cooker bard
On the big green egg minimax for summer
If you ask how it's going get ready for a bummer
One day they'll make the hearse that goes in reverse

always been my way
But it gets a little harder every day

Whenever you're empty, I'll be your friend
Whenever you can't stand the pain, I'll make it end
I

the sky above
has become hard to take
The rainbow that’s reflected
within my eye’s fake!

I’m missing from the mirror
I talk to all day.
You’re lost without

And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was

flowers bloom
(Moves like) dancing while nobody's watching in an empty ballroom
I've been to way too many drive-throughs with these same dudes
Thankful for

I am addicted to the love
And I am addicted to the pain
I wish that there was a way to end it
But from it, nothing obtained
Feeling all empty

dug that much in a day , and I suddenly
had my first inkling of the gulf between his dreams and powers

Artilleryman:
It's doing the workin'

on that day
After the fires
And spears
And glass
Being tossed into the eyes of
Unsuspecting youths
Maybe we can gather and just say
We did it

We're not

friends, still be together in the end
When our bodies laying dormant, food for worms and thought before us
As together we stay haunted by the things that

edibles with addibles
Get's shoot out by a catapult
Each soul to the outer vault
Each body covered in guilty clay
Somewhere into the Milky Way
Pay day comes

Oh oh
Attention
Attention
We're comin on in from the deep end
How bout we mention the sort of wreck we're in
And by the way, this bouta be out their

thought my pops would imbue
But after flights and all that pain
I'm all I can blame
A sane man wearing the same color every day
A sane man fucking these

Shadows on the Sun

Brother Ali

Shadows on the Sun

2004

movement are too numerous to name
Cause the human soul yearns to be free, it's all the same
I rhyme for runaways prayin' that they see another day
You

of contention
Gotta make it clever but not beyond comprehension
That's where I am
The music takes off flying
Without me even trying
So my price is on the high end

Lithuania

Dan Bern

The Swastika

Emmanuel, Uncle Eli, Aunt Mia 
And my grandparents, Jenny and Tobias, none of whom I've ever met 
I saw some letters once that they wrote to my dad in

One Day One Night

SuperHeavy

SuperHeavy

2011

bottle of vodka and one glass
The television doesn't seem to work so well
What a situation, what a situation

Lock clock, flips by, so slow
Somewhere

Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time

One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will

Same day I turned 18
Wake up calls
They came to me
Smashed glass in my homies front seat
They open they back pack
See it clear
It's a piece
Then I