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to my room theres a view suicide on the blinds 
And blood on the side lines but i swear imma be fine

Don't worry bout me imma be just fine 
Imma heal by

Postin' High

Masta Ace

The Best of Cold Chillin'

2001

a rather proud
Brother, originator of the Third Power
Action the posse grows just like a flower
Check it out, here's the scene
The nightclub, you know

Flowing through my soul, and to shed light on this earth is my goal, yeah
Foresight, three eyes, tonight, shivai
Create a vibration with my thoughts, I'm

Bronson
Terry with the diminished guitar line
I smoked too much dope now I'm fly just like Scott Klein
And we like the 3 mice
But our third eye ain't blind

opened, my lonely mind's awoken
The time is frozen, I'm blind and hoping to find my focus
Try and focus, soldiers atop the highest shoulders
Souls

the old fool
Why you keep talking to yourself?
Maybe cause you got no one to talk to
Irony you brought this all to hell
With all the doors you
Open you have

drive by's that you glamorised
Silhouette's of red flags in the night sky
I turned a blatant blind eye to the warning signs
Yet again they're hard to see

penned
Rhythmic sentences assemble in your
Inner Ear that you can hear Krystal Klear - No Fear
I wipe distracting elements from your Third Eye
Warlord

shimmied and stomped something from the south
Of spain, its breast aflare
Looking me dead in the eye
From the branch that grew into my window

someone shape my advent?
Was I sent by liars, called by wretches?
Is there a scope I'm blind to?
Or a fate I'm bound to?

No trick on the eyes
The ground

and the dunes yeah
Dune buggy catching air fly (Woah)
Tunnel vision with my third eye (Jeez)
Blue sky I'm up up high (How much)
800 meters in Dubai (Jeez)
See I

Eye was breathing in
Breathing out
I was breathing in
Breathing out
Release the eye
Beginning with the word commanding
Demigod
Said i'm from another

go by and we'll gather the lines but you can't take so much room
I'll try to be kind but unless I go blind I can't love my way into you

And you'll say

Money

Cypress Hill

Till Death Do Us Part [Clean]

2004

to get by
Slang dope, jack people, hands in the sky
When you livin' on the edge, yeah holmie it's a high
You get caught up in the drama and eventually

Something that just ain't right...

Call me crazy- maybe call me naive
But this is what I feel- this is what I believe
Say I'm foolish- deaf blind and sick

Third Week in the Chelsea

Antonio Carlos Jobim

36 All-Time Greatest Hits

Third Week in the Chelsea
By Jorma Kaukonen


Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind
My hands are moving faster than the movement of my mind

can travel, we can go across the sky
Baby tonight, you know we can fly
I've been seeing things like it's my third eye
I can see your spirit, it's

it in your eye

Don't ya know?
The way you drag me down
When you're tearing me apart piece by piece
And watching as my heart skips every beat
I was

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

you that I have, powerful paragraphs
Followers will become leaders, but without a path

Ya mentally paralyzed, crippled ya third eye
Rhymes are blurred,

I wanna know my enemy by the look in its eyes
I wanna stop on this madness before it's too late

I don't care if you think I've gone crazy
Messianic

Maybe one day I'll be a normal guy
Worry about cars and wearing ties
Not making body sacrifice to get high
Do I tell him they were using me?
Do I

there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'

As a man I'll admit it: That
Shit really fucked me up
But hey fuck that ho!

Love is blind
That's why I say make sure that
Bitch is a seeing-eye dog

Another

bill hicks
An absurd guy with a blurred third eye
Hit by a strong grade lie
Life is one long wave goodbye
It's the sin in me that enables the vision