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eerie stance I view
I'm just rewording what I hear in caps by peering thru
Tons of sick injustices my years of crap my spirit skewed
And only I can only

Fuck am I supposed to believe in
Who am I supposed to believe in
Whose hands can kill me and own me
My soul in the city it's seized and
Nobody can

of somebody-ness
On the other hand I had to go out and face a system
Which stared me in the face everyday saying you are less than
You are not equal to
So this was

shit
You ain't livin' by the code
It was just me in the cold
Now all you see is smoke
What
All you see is smoke
EightyFour
All you see is smoke
This my

the absurd
And the joy and peace we can bring one another
If we choose to be faux, free flow, discover
Insignificance in the vast ocean of time
Humbled by

her a picture, I said "baby, this him"
Heard from his shorty that he like his girls slim
So when we go in, baby; go sit by him
Now we in the club, they

Nothing is new, Bitches get nude
For me...Damn it I'm rude
Classic
Me in pursuit, Of dollars God damn if my pillows not goose
Damn it
I'm surrounded by

Could have been something else
In man's hands
Cold fingers warmed by the touch
Just gonna slip away
What he softly prayed
I won't lift you up

lost in here

Ethereal veil of night
Cuddle me in your arms entwined
Nightfall, take my hand
Numbing death, I welcome you again

Flashing visions roam my

myself in cages
With keys in arms reach
Suffocated by the hands
That were supposed to feed
Floating in an endless prison
Of my own design
Drowning in

for his own good
Mortified by never love and only lust
In Romans it was written
For Creation

I judge to be light

I was muttering about you
Push you

Dreaming of ya sugar
My hands all in your cookie jar (all in your cookie jar)
Love me long time
No shade to how good the quickies are (how good the quickies

passing on me, might as well call me Brady
Yeah, I'm in the pocket, you know the cold make my hands get shaky
Didn't have enough cash to buy a pair

sculptures kissed by light
Picassos on the walls, Basquiats in my sight
Bought a vineyard in Tuscany, just to crush some grapes
Yachts in Monaco harbor, where

I dreamt that I met you
In a grocery store
Not sure what for

A scent faintly striking
Of Naugahyde
Walking side by side

You, you grabbed my hand

A group of eight hand in hand
Summoned at the shores of Samarkand
A new world order same ol' result
conquest, oppression  a golden cult

Masculine

of nobody
But you're crazy, walking here on your own
It ain't safe around here
We shoot up your party and fuck all up fun up
Got caught by the bouncer, he

now

I told you before
I'm inevitable
Look, you niggas make hand gestures referring to gun busting
But the truth in the matter is that you never done

really try to look at life in a better manner
It's extremely hard just living day by day
But what I tell myself is
This man never needed no acceptance
He

Heal that
This Guy harmonized by the hand of God
You could propha-lie speak evil but I carry on
In the same way on the same time as Christ
On His line

When you get it from the app
Hold up, hands in the air Without the hiccups

Make the vat beep Come on let's eat
Boom, blast, no gas in the tank Band line

psychos in your home
From the news 
Now your hands are shaking, 
From the thought of a break-in. 
It's got to be a nightmare, what do you do? 
When there's

the world is mine
Like I can fit the universe in the palm of my hand
Not a doubt in her mind
Cause she thought that all those pretty stars would align
But

whisper in my ear
Your darkest secret, your greatest wish
I want to taste your lips, caress your hair
Feel you breathing softly under my hands
I just can't