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skier
Down with the Parmesan
Ready to comb like Vietnam with arms
'cause the hollow-points and phenomenon

The cheddar-spreader
The killer with

different
Beat down and haunted
By a past
That's no longer there
A future
Filled with broken despair
Another tiktok video
Another instagram reel
Another

these things
There's no word for what I am, so I’ll turn the letters loose
I’ll snap in half the hyphens, tear the terms out at the root
Being mixed is

petty then clever
Well I have, it was nothin' nice
Staring in the mirror with no light
On a stormy night, takin' that drive
Was the worst decision of my

the money's in good hands, huh
Four rings like LeBron tatted on my dashboard
Fly shit, clean body tatted by the passport, huh
What I rap for? To push

Old Admirals

Al Stewart

Past, Present and Future

1974

The call to arms that never came
Writing letters

I may be old now in your eyes
But all my years have made me wise
You don't see where the danger lies

Wish U Were Here

Jamie Foxx

Unpredictable

2005

By the time you get this letter
I might be doin' better
It's kinda hard tryin' to survive
In all this crazy weather
Everybody wants my number

The Shaggy Show

Insane Clown Posse

The Amazing Jeckel Brothers

1999

the show 
We'll have that one bitch from Letters to Cleo 
(Granny!) That's it for now, I'm out this bitch 
Ay yo Gangsta Funk, show em how you got rich!

no one could help me. Keep praying for Kenny. Wrap your arms around him. March 13, 2020 is a day that he has to relive, and I am sure that he will

to have a key

I keep walking, past the criminal offenses
A group imbeciles battering a foreigner but no
Consequences, I don't have pink glasses on my head

One thing you have to realize
If you opened them up
There would be a stamp under their shirt that
Says 'Made in America" ok, not no place else
They

I put pressure on myself
If I don't go hard and I don't want help
Don't expect my arm to be there when you're cryin
It's not that I don't care can't

Listen to me
And yes I keep my circle small intentionally
I don't have too many friends no more
Mostly associates a stranger to be
It feels good to see

Grown of the grapes stomped by old wisemen
Holding the bottle like Heisman
F out my face
Stiff arm a bad vibe while I'm running my grind in
Weaving no

a bit of pleasure
There's no time for little leisures, the joy is found in these measures
I wrote my heart in some letters, they're cosigned by

Ain't no discussion 
My body clean 
They got me thinking my shit corrupted 
Better safe than sorry 
Than have my life interrupted 
Bill came in the mail

A Better Place to Be

Harry Chapin

Greatest Stories Live

1976

served the whiskey
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.

And she said "Hey Bub, It's been

wonder how I would have been if I ain't never stepped
I reached my arm
Up to my God 
To pull me up  
He never helped 
Reminiscing bout my life
Im writing

seen it firsthand

Have you got what it takes
To put your feet up on these brakes
Let money flow in so much that your arms and shoulders ache
What alotta

need to control kids better
Surprised the school hasn't got letters
Education got stoned, Rosetta
School just seems like a massive set-up
To do well, no

the whiskey
She was a big ol' friendly girl
And she tried to fight her empty nights by smiling at the world
And she said, "Hey, bub, it's been awhile"
"Since

Noises in my head and endless should haves rain
On me like a storm, like a hurricane
Losses piled up like wood stacked stories high
Feels like I've

(What?)
Ayy, dropped out, no, I didn't graduate, man

Real hot girl shit, aah

Bitch, I'm with your man
Tryna see what the hit for
Post a new pic for

I haven't received a letter today
I hope for tomorrow that one's on its way
I have been dreamin' what you would say
Your arms reachin' for me