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home at fourteen,
and that was me.  I was tortured inschool,
I was the class fag.  People were calling me 'faggot'before
I even knew what that word

Looking, for my next fix
Random violence, or any disturbance			
Let me, easy my mind
Stroke my spine, reassurance

I just found, another source

laughter and a teapot on my stove
I don’t know how I could reach out for love and glee
Wish on a star, grant me my daydream fantasy 

As daylight fades

and let it be known
I'm tired of all the negative folk telling me no
I refuse to be derailed by your negative attitude
You're held back by fear
I'm

Well I was sippin' on a lil' ole' whiskey and rocks
And I had creamed my cargo short and Crocs, yeah
It was my dream girl
She's looking like my next

everlasting

Persistently, it visits me. 

The feeling that is opposite of glee.

A sense of awkwardness so opposite of free.

Freedom is only likely

1111 is also sixteen sub 1 in binary
Wood never get board as a two by four
They eight to see my jank here, raising stakes for your plank stares

I'm

In the center of the darkness 
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By

and the history a rest man
Took a torment to arrest man
But by the Next slide, down Thameside
What a front, balls them had to test I
Nick much wanting of peas

they cast me from heaven 

You look at me and think never enough 
I look in the mirror and say what have I done 
Nothing at all cause I always give up

to a bill
But the bills still coming
It's paid
Jack of all trades, next
Next, master of none
Next, that don't make sense to me
Next up, next up
Next up, next

was crawling with toys
Pre snakes rats dogs and extortionate ploys
I'm well embraced by the mightiest arms
Plead the one next from the ninetieth psalm

whole pain
Who's without sin, cast the first stone
You be careful, you hurt me by throwing the first one
And I keep repeating to you, my voice next to me

pray for the ones that got away
I pray for the ones that lost hope and don't pray
I pray for my ex, my next, a test
Past-Present, Ain't no thing to me
If

next to Beyonce
Now I felt like Michelle and Kelly
As if my destiny wasn't manifested for me
At the same time my dawg James, fightin' an attempted

quit fronting like it's all on me
When it's all on you
Player baby but a soldier round you
Flock to me, she got ten in them choo's
Can you swing later

whoever in the front
Just make sure you keep that strap glued to you
We got any other issues, you give me a holla
We gotta go and execute this bro
We finna

Matty Groves

Joan Baez

Ballad Book, Vol. 2

1990

done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me

to court
You're going to tell me I made it I know it of course
Told myself to pop off on this beat
He wanting them shoes but them bitches not cheap
Eight by

past glee, do you believe me

They're cheering for we, rub my genie
I keep steering o wee, take it easy
Poleezy, or Paparazzi, takin my cheesy
In Turkey,

to life
That piece of me that's dead inside
But communally rife
They say the fear of the dark
Is instinctual
Only cast away by the light
Of a dying flame

Best believe the process, Only can give my best
You been working on yo jumper, Show them why you got next
Get yo self employed with that, Yo momma

open
If they were you'd see me
You would need
Like each season needs the next
I must confess
I need you

Bright sun will you cast your light
Let it

While fantasy and fact seem to entwine
And at the next verse I might be gone

I cast no shadow and leave no tracks
I see no future, forget the past
I