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or is it you or is it only Jaded Love
Jaded Love Jaded Love

Was I betrayed by all my blindness
and the music in my reverie
Is this the price I pay for so

a balm to me, kinda like my therapy
The way I love my music
It makes me wanna laugh and cry, baby, it's a natural high
The way I love my music
By the time

Track down this murderer, he must be found!
Track down this murderer, he must be found!

Phantom:
Hounded out by everyone, met with hatred everywhere!
No

your predator if you wanna prey it
I can help you with your taxes if you can't pay it
Go down to the Vine store and pick out your favorite
I'll get you

a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
Talk

What do I mean by this poem ? Just read the header
I'll be there, fair and square arms of surrender
A gift from the vast universe to remember
Music is

Race

Prince

Come

1994

(face the music)
Cut me, cut you
Both the blood is red

I gotcha

Race
Race
(Face the music)

D-d-down with H-I-S-T-O-R-Y and all this b.S

The seeds they had been planted but the music made it happen
I got my first snare drum on birthday day
Never put the sticks down at least that's what they say

prayers
My penmenship is like a AK with extended clips
Production is like explosives that’s constructed by The Premonist
I see the vultures that would hover

the traction
To push off the sky, and send it down crashing
By zipping up flies to fit into email attachments
Suggesting your chip's made of batshit
Compressing

That's lost within the swirling evening patterns of the sky

Alone beneath the whispers from the crowd
Haunted by an image in the clouds
Music softly plays

Words to Words

Max Webster

High Class in Borrowed Shoes

1977

starting with "Its a wild chance..." are from a song called "what do you do with the urge" from Max Websters "universal juviniles" album. The lyrics in this

Brand new journal 
For me to ink up 
I write like it's sport 
Gotta
Get my mind to
Speed up 
Always liftin heavy 
Made light with my thoughts 
Begin

worse, speak 'em out at night before I go to bed
I'd write insults to spit by day, and love songs to sing by night
But in the meantime, I'm Dr. Suess with

the craze 

Those I came up with are getting pitchfork reviewed... shit 
I'm still lucky if my family posts my music
Internet validation - we're only worth

just to live and not to do shit
Useless
Not a beaten path but I'm cruising
Feel it the music
My 2 cents
Finally got some people to tune it
I grew with
My

unite and come together
Rocking with me, Dub Lab yes we all on the beat
Coming together like one family
Divided by hate, united by peace
Feeling the vibe,

Helium-filled monstrosities wave in the wind above a cheering crowd that's tearing down our city simply with the blaring sound of

oohs and ahhs and huge

go like I don’t know no better, the why I’m not spending my life in a cell for my temper gets down with that steel like a welder 

But now a days never

all these pity parades
This world is full of snakes that lurk down in the grass
I’m sick of them bragging bout their streams when bots are all they have

Always hate being sober life be feeling tricky
Cruising down 101 with no ounce of guilty
I Told 8 get the bag we gotta get it quickly
Hit 34 phone when

self-evident
Compared to all the logical fallacies prevalent

In terms of dropping bars, I'm never hesitant
G-Mat Music, I fully represent
Musically, my

preying on anyone trying to rain down
On my parade like bad weather
You like me or not
It won't change the plot from thickening
Take the beat stick it in

answer)
But she got run by a parade yeh but still she got her hands out
(Really got her hands out)
Like where's your manners
Oh no
Money why she like