And I feel that a part of me is lost as well, so this is my comfort And this is my release, these are my words to you One day we will burn these writings
gone and I feel that a part of me is lost as well so this is my comfort and this is my release these are my words to you one day we will burn these writings
that you did ! You had a plan, You chose a wife, You saw the world As very few did ! You had it all- The overall !- You seemed to know Just
Now let me brush off my Pumaa??s. This is for the early birds and the late bloomers. My fitted ****** and so is the boomer. My money aina??t funny, but
my hands to fix what you did So I hold it inside, watch as it dies I can't even look at the sky, it's burning my eyes Similar to cigarette smoke, I wish
juks Stop shaking, you making me nervous, I know that you shook The fuck is that sticking out from under ya foot? Move, turn ya head around, nigga, you
dies Somebody wrongs and a mother cries And I don't know why Some things we'll never understand Other things you change if you can Peace, you'll find
out your head He says, "Fuck You!" with clarity. You cry hysterically As it makes a parody of your passion You tell friends you think he's tight but secretly, you hope
street for sport Doctor Guillotine cutting you short little man but you don't give me props 'cause I never won at Scribble Jam well fuck you, I hope somebody you love dies
game? Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime Right... It's halftime... It's like that, you know it
you and everytinhg you say to me is turning to you I disprove your innocence and to stamp every cloud in your eyes A lone dies inside you when you are
you accounted for, everything that you heard Do not speak to fools, they scorn the wisdom of your words My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies
I'm looking at life through my own eyes Searching for a hero to idolize Feeling the pain as innocence dies I'm looking at life through my own eyes I'm hoping
you've done, Meg Give me the gun, Meg Give me the chance to see you clear at last See me clear at last You feel ugly, you feel used You feel broken,
my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond the skull of my father, the skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my
falling slow (The Traveller) Then I crossed the Gates of Oblivion In the dark moor my spirit could fly I am glad about my decision As my word could
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
