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practicin' fair catches
Whether it's guns or bitches
We gang bang and we share ratchets
I got Cassidy, ohh, I'm in big man beef
Which require them big choppers
happens there."
"Oh no, no, we no, we weren't there
We didn't live with you, in your Section 8 household
We didn't live with the narcotics and violence
move
By the time Paul McCartney's microphone had failed
We were all well into the Live Aid groove
And Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney sang...
Which must
right now
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be
In the greatest city
In the greatest city in the world
The world turned upside
grandmother
Kid, which cemetery?
Valhalla
New York?
Man they're tryna break my balls
Now, the house you have in China
How tall are the walls?
Like 20 feet
You wonder why you are alone
In your desire to create a better world.
Seeing injustice known by all
You understand you can't keep silent anymore.
my attitude to reach and touch the sky
Basic love is the creed by which I live
But then sometimes I wonder, just how much a man can give
Gross
a part of our universe
It has symmetry, elegance, and grace
These qualities we find always
In that which the true artist captures
That which the true
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
strong minutes, long distance
Even wrote a note with a quote of song in it
The bus thrust me sixty East of L.A.
The length to which I went to find words
Seems I am awaking
As my heart still aching
Wanna live up to the name I am trying
Wanna a world of fame So enticing
Surrounded by the only pain To my
in hell
I tried to shoulder the world's misery with swordsmanship that mimics wizardry
Taught to defend lives, and that's what this sword is to me
I
on which we build our lives
Though the storms of life may try we will not be moved
Oh what a joy to know You are our constant Hope
cnd those who rest in You
How the fuck you pose to live life with a conscious
Yourself telling yourself shit which is nonsense
Then you get to talking to yourself like I got
dreams
What the sense to stay
With no reasons to live?
I wanna fight only for faith
Which have lost in our hearts
Cold would become into May
But nothing's
Time will not recall the year
2085
Don't give in, remember all we learned
The spark of life if did ignite
We regained the rage for which we yearned
We
your TV came in HD
This world comes with black and white
So please see me
Don’t just accept me because I fit your mold
And live the life of a typical
I did or was to become. I shall explain
later in the story about them which I call my Four Doors of Doom.
The mirror, the great plaything for
of death
Of lives well lived and final breath
He writes the rhythm of the world
In which he lives
The dancer moves with supple grace
Each move a beauty we
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
We call it a society
And to be real I find it dystopic
We're supposed to live in harmony
And yet there's so many conflicts
Feminists are considered
Standeth God within the shadow
Keeping watch above his own"
These powerful scriptures were also used by the man
In whom we celebrate his birthday today,
occurrence
It is easily understood be me, shit gets disorganized
But in the world we see, it's denied explicitly by laws bent on deterrence
So what solution
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
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