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of the Murmansk run

He never did come home to you
It's long forgotten, a childhood dream or two
But something of the cold got through
And it lingers in your
go by in slow time, became a man in no time,
You came along, the time was right - turned on the light.

Gonna love my life away, I wish I could, (I
The road smell after the rain

We are old, we are young
We are in this together
Vagabonds and children (are)
Prisoners forever
With pulses a-raging
by leaders
They watching, birds clocking
Its my time in this game
I entered the stage like black Moon Sae
So get your Smith and Wesson
And buck
It being in the springtime and the small birds they were singing
Down by yon shady harbour I carelessly did stray
The thrushes they were warbling,
you asked for a fave
And then he coulda got a head up
Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up
And everybody gon' know about it
true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you

So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin i went
So
barely keep in touch at all
And I don't even feel the same love when we hug no more
And I heard it through the grapevine
We been beefin now
After all
can be true
We family and ain't a damn thing changed, unless it's you

So young, so full of life in vibrant side by side wherever you weres ridin I
in here
'Cause we characterize (We characterize)
People by actions I see when I stare in your eyes
Forever surprised (Why)
See, everything better
and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offenses
Ask a nigga doing life
squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even break down on you like
a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even
of the cargos, they head back to the Congo's
After the bomb goes, ban 'fro's, Beetle brand clothes
You wake up in your dreams yellin, silent screams
Every time
a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)
Feel the bass (as the wind blows)
In your face (and your mental) hear the taste
Instrumentals even
Thinkin' in this rental blastin' instrumentals
How we first met was all on my mental
It was at Great Adventure, the 'Batman Ride'
Thought I was deaded
the lead with "wassup ho" 
And let TV blur your mouth once more
Just what we need in every store, thus quote the craving: "forever more!"
You're so right,
.38, increase the murder rate
(BLAOW!) I'm still down to catch a homi'
My childhood friends gone, body after body
(DAMN!) But in the hood is where you
this is my last entry forever, 
Please don't let my children read this. 

I was meditating when I wrote this 
The first time but interrupted by my
probably pumps Germanium
When I die, they should have my wake in a stadium
You can witness my body beamed up by aliens
Radiation poisonin that will probably