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breakin' C.I.c. codes [access granted]
I'm stashin' Golddd... [bullions] by the Truck loads
I leave no trace, Then I hit the high roads
I'm goin' far like

by her, embraced by her, entranced by her, enshrined by ever
Calming presence of those hands that held us when we sought our lives
Among these churning

involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me

and realized
It's what I've waited for

Feeling courage
Showing what I have become
Fearless, dauntless 

Sand slipping through my fingers 
Guided by the voice in

to any and every challenge or fight,
Guided by the madness I write,
Flooded by the canvas of night,
I hack and I slice at every shot I'm given but I always

dont know why I'm replying
But I own up my mistakes, I aint gotta deny it
Watch I bounce back in a second cuz I'm really the flyest
Guided by the higher

caused by the disruption is speculated
To be far worse than allowing the ride to run its course
The only true anecdote would be to decided to board
I chose

live
That's my people, not my ego
Like an eagle vision's as far as the skies
9-4 we rocking all the way live
Rock the bells, motherfucker!

Ya'll make

like tic tac toe

Watch your mouth And hear me out
Gotta play No time to doubt
That music I can't live without
Here to win Ain't here for claut

Too long

what you called
Reality
You traveled way too far out to another galaxy
We could always trip
If you wanna tweak
Or we can take a break and look at what we

to the voices in my head
Every time i am stressed yeah (Yeah yeah)
Unlike me he can't run out of breath
So I can overthink about my regrets
Demons must live in my

brang it
Snap it, fill it to the max and bang it
Cream of the crop, like Randy Savage
The bells out the dots turn my man cabbage
The teeth on rams

growin' out of my prime
I thought I was ready, it really wasn't my time, I know
I live in my head
I said I'd be rich and I did what I did
But I don't do

that wants to perpetrate
When I go out on the streets, I get lost for days
Buying weed and beer from what my hustlin makes
Gettin fucked up and reppin

I'm learning to live without you now 
But I miss you, baby 
The more I now, the less I understand 
All the things I thought I'd figured out 

I have

directions
By people, far gone themselves

But it was in my darkest hour
That I heard her name
Whispered on the wind
And I was guided to a place

The parking

guided by higher energy? As a subject,
On your knees, do you feel free?
Behind closed doors eternal peace?
See our future in the trash of history

Crime

living for
I don't want to live a lie
So I lift my eyes up to the sky

I will find you in the darkness
Go as far as I must go
Take me by the hand
Lead me

refuses to stop.
Many many years later I heard Freezing Moon by Mayhem and these words jumped out: 
 the cemetery lights up again, eternity opens
and I say

gesundheit
Took you out. the picture didn't look right
Even in a good light, so I had to crop you
Chop you down like nevi on a chorus fan's would flock

the chance to that thereof control, feel my grasp and hold
Never selling out to the devil, what's that gonna settle?
I'd rather live in the street and pedal,

the dirt making cream
For the modified crops to flourish without worries
Our molecules nourish the free furries
That roam around the grounds desecrated by

the dirt making cream
For the modified crops to flourish without worries
Our molecules nourish the free furries
That roam around the grounds desecrated by

I Hope It Rains at My Funeral

Tom T. Hall

Storyteller, Poet, Philosopher

1995

daddy's farm, was
"Son, you better get them crops in when it turns cool"

In the magazines, I saw the naked women
I heard about the drinkin'