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own hooks
Or self-snitch, throw his own books
My family told me they was riding wit me
Even when I stray and the devil try and get me
If I stop
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
of her of someone she knew
The telephone rings off the hook by her bed
The other ends Johnny with a gun to his head
He said "You always looked good in
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
Little Johnny got his straight A's
In sixth grade, like in six days
Graduated early, cuz its mayday
Forgets the rest cuz he's out
It's payday,
his body weight
By the way you should know I'm Hardbody K
You should see al the looks on my opps faces
When we spin through they block leave that shit
singing your song
If Johnny Depp did his sashay
Looking for an Irish lay Looking my way
Do you know what Id say
I'd say Johnny Honey got my own babe
If
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
Fuck is the deal
Ma you what I'm saying I'm on my way fo sho..
Nah well Keewan and Murph they with me already
And you know Leezy on his way we
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
to be a man to take back his sound
I gotta do something to shake things up
I like Johnny Mathis but I can't do that stuff
'Cause Jimmy got soul, Jimmy
Johnny don't got balls in his jeans
And he's wondering why I'm now getting mean
Because he carved names in a slate left clean
Without my name on it you
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
But little johnny's hiding handguns in his schoolbags
If you don't like it here, you should leave then
Be a good citizen and keep American dreaming
From
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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