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her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with, man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
The young man in his moment
Of wandering thought became
Solitary in his claim to sure footing
As all fell beneath this strange power
The young man excluded by
Akati, dai ndiri shiri ndaibhururuka
(If I was a bird, I'd fly away)
He awoke with a start, driven by the hope in his heart
Envisioning the road
I was paid to curse this man with AIDS by his aunt"
On and on, page after page
Delightfully he flaunted each incident for an hour, without a breath
radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,
gone astray
And each of us has turned to his own way
Turned to his own way
But the Lord has caused the iniquity of all to fall on him
And by His wounds
the wind would edge
In and in his wedge,
In, as far as the point could go
Not to our ingle, though,
Where we loved each the other so!
Laughs with so little
and gave it to them
But then he said something unexpected
What I give you now is my own body
Take it, each one of you, and eat of it.
Their eyes widened
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
And start taking care of yourself
Just make your choice
And never look at the rest
It's their life is not yours
Each has its own way of life
Own way of life
developed
Spirit, Drawing everything he
Saw and more
DH lawrence dying of TB
And preparing his own ship of death
While writing his last
Great poems li Po
marked by past flagellation by sinful actions of dubious morality and the marks of blasphemy in her blue, crystal clear eyes, esclera darkened by her own
Hoes Better Recognize All This Swagg In Front Of Them
Homie Like To Swagg A Lot, Wonder What His Spot Do
Alligator Tennis Shoes, We Use Them For Swagg
I grew up in EV
If you know you know
Man We had so much fun
Even tho we was po
Going to school with roger and frankie
His brother rodgerick
he was bustin the banger
The last Nigga caught wit er
Got a hit like a banger
And put on a hanger
Left his body slumped at a angle
It look like he bout
Ladies you ever felt growing away
By your man
Asking "baby, won't you stay?"
He chilling with his crew
He should be building with you
He got you feeling
you hide it?
'Cause I don't recognize you anymore
To each his own
Life can do with one less watered-down excuse
If this is over you can tell me
of the matter
A lot of this shit be overrated
To each his own
Yo life is perception
Drink your own poison
Pick and choose yo weapon
Everything you face in life
Is
And what he sees makes his blood boil
The harvest of the demon's seed
The product of his own misdeeds
Although he's weary from his fight
John resolves
I see people hating other people
Tell me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the reason?
By the time
is tasty
Eighty down on the latest plate
Vaguely remembers his own name
Various strains he chains all-day
His own way to an escape
Realities bumps
the whole deal would've been a bust. We could see the anger in the Panda King's eyes as he recounted how he lost a member of his own family. A daughter who
expecting her
And she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get
on my Trump shit tonight, radio
Fuck you!
Yeah, I'm taking his lead i'ma just say how I
Say, I'ma just say- I'm just be Ye
And win take his lead and win
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