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a science it's Ferrell that blades offer glory
Cycle repeating but breeding is stopped by the judge and the jury

Streets are never safe
Lower down your

know about two parents
With two jobs each with a grown man for a
Son that raps talkin' grease

See everybody's in a gang
But not really prepared
See

the sticks
Coulda been drummer… still is a drummer
100 round summer. Moms really wonder where did the son get the hunger?
To drill all these bodies to drain

and liquor in the system feelin good while you high but ya death be the symptom
Passing it to children so the cycle just continues 
Whitey got ya soul not even

my homie I was burying the cycle, we come through bare arms carrying, the whirlwind is murders but quiet is librarians, this is Malcolm mixed with

Working off emotion 
More estrogen then these women
Getting older but 
They not grown by the definition
No accomplishments to your name 
But you chasing

Huh
I dont let go bc I used to drop the ball alot. Yeah
Cuz this is me I deal with issues since I lost my son
Feel like I couldn't be the dad that I

less than thirty Habesha then
It's multiplied now by tens of thousands
How cycles repeat when we reach the Southend
We were forced here, now we can't

friends. Beer a brother.
Soul orphaned, crying out, “Dear mother!”

Stalked by this witch, Missfortune.
Turns up unexpected. Turns my whole world rotten.

Thorax sous enclume
Le fauve fait son tour de cage
Amaigri à l'usure 
Sweet life, bien évidemment by your side
 
J'ai répété ton nom plusieurs fois dans ma

All the people I forgot to thank
Now is the time that I must give back
I hid in the back where the light don't dance
Sun's heat by the beach when

of death death death. As if we are doomed sucked and being smoked from far beyond by a dead star a black hole an endless appetite that swallows our light

Alone In the Dark

Opera IX

The Call of the Wood

the cycle to be completed.
I'm walking through this autumnal mist
where everything dies
and where everything's anguish and loneliness.
I mortify my heart

Intrusive Lady

Eligh

Sidewaydaze

[Verse 1]
Now I hold her hand 
In the back of my mind
Dancing in the Fields
Of gold Tress as she undresses
Son maters sunshine
To remind the soul
How

Standin' there in awe
(I need to see my son, I need to hold him)
Standin' there in awe (I need to hold him)
Standin' there in awe

Last night

workers
I'm gunnin' whoever run the town
I got enough clips with me
To spit a hunnid rounds
I'm the father of Christ and y'all
Are just the son of clowns
I

smoke bones big as hippo's
Have a nip slow, what's up kid on ya cycle
Paper sick doe, my psyche said I was sick though
Tired of shit tough, the face look

time is mine
I don’t give a fuck, you’re outta luck- so don’t fucking whine

Slap to the face, passive aggression by a promise that never came through