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Another Way

Hot Water Music

Moonpies for Misfits

So 
What's wrong with this way?
Besides the fact that it's 
Not in the book you read
You see 
I've found a way 
And it works 
At least for me

Witness as I begin my poems about yin
Can't we just see the same pre game, see the name
Busting as the seasons change, easing on my speaker game
Don't judge

on me
I don't need your friendship, and i don't need your sorry
Just stay in your lane, you bitches always hella salty

Judging books by covers, while I'm

on the wrist, his case was dismissed
You see, money talks, yo, it pays if you're rich, pops
Grease the bulls, just to bribe the judge
Should have scared 'em

demons in my inbox
They've been on the path I
Can't wait to cross had to learn how to take
A loss, burn a bridge, cover it in frost
My heart numb from

Angel in My Life

Joe Budden

Padded Room

2009

to have you a ritual
But, I ain't as crazy as I seem to be
It's just that nothin' is the way that is seem's to me
I'm feelin' less then, druggin' him up

should've judged it by its cover
Instead of desperately assay a complete lifetime to discover
What this was meant to be, time is up and so are we
And every

bleeding pain on the beat
So i might write a book
See my dawg get popped on the
Block and it left me shook
Paint a picture, Imma hitta
I did some things you

fucking amateur
I can't discuss it I'm more legit than mc hammer was

I see them all ahead of us I'm in a busted Acura
Legend 97 that shit convertible

wasn't there but I heard about it in a book
I'd give his mom some credit because she never fucked a man
Or did she and it's all a cover up for

Life is a struggle, ain't nothing easy about it
Everything good you got to work hard for
Everything thats worthless comes easy
Talk to them. Let them

feel it the air
But I don't run for cover
Cause I know I don't have a prayer

Chorus:
So I'll stay
I'll wait
Someday, I'll break

Little by little I lose

Lord let me start by saying pardon me
I owe you an apology
For not giving you all of me, Lord why is it so hard to be
c Christian in this world today
I

books in his hands
Judge and jurymen can't you see
Somebody murdering in the first degree

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)

It may rain and it may snow
Over the road

is Hypocrisy 
Hypocrisy

Holyness, a killer can't get it
Purification, no clothes can make us free
Absolution, there's only one way to get it
No Pope,

to say
So many thoughts in my head without the eloquence to convey
A picture painted with washed out color
I excel at judging my own book by its cover
This

the hammer, 
Spitting like a MC, 
You don't want to fuck with my Bucs 
I got a flawed Tampa,
Fuck it call it deficiency
I’m getting money with proficiency

Nice suit, you're in
People judge you by the way you look
Right race, wrong horse
Surefire, did you read that book?

Doing this and doing that
You

up
Gotta Book out
It's a Best seller
On Top of the World What can You Tell Her
Yo Ya Breath Stank Naw We can't kick it
Bout to Get Mani Pedi's with

to the end of the heart that all my loves had emptied
I lost everything, everything, but you

I tore a page out of the holy book
And I tailored words to suit

Everyone says let’s go
To Uncle Ho
You can’t say no
To Uncle Ho
He’s a mean mother lover
Picking up your daughter
Put her under cover
Take another

bushels and memories and lethargy
So honestly
Curiosity killed my day job
But keep it I don’t want it back
Don’t judge a book by its spilt milk cause your

the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no

Wanted Man

Axel Rudi Pell

Nasty Reputation

1991

There I was a dirty boy,
A stranger in this town
There you were a broken toy,
Lost and never found
Watch out, here comes the judge
Can't tell by