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and find myself transfigured by his brightness

Ring upon my finger, little golden ring
Devoutly I press you to my lips and to my heart

The blissful
Under the darkened, Ancient oak
Gentle in the nights breeze
I stop and stare, rest a while
With hands upon my knees
Through jaded leaves, bush
coniventibus paradisi !
The violence of the winter moon
Spreads a mantle
Of cold icy pain over my petrified landscape.
Seized by the freezing frosts
a lonely fool in Prague
Singing a love song and the words I wrote
I wrote for two

Gentle as a lullaby at night
I hear you humming private melodies
forgivingly knowing what’s done 
Would the drivel make scribble, make sense and then song
Would the woodbines denied black another man’s lungs
Perverse as it
to have drive 

Like a rental, but I'ma call you Ben 'cause you gentle 

My crew's blowin up like a Pinto 

Hip hop's gettin rotten but we stay fresh
and reaised in the ghetto 
That's all I want you to know 
Pure black people is all that I know 
My shoes used to tear up and my toes used to show 
Never let
Wake up, wake up
Wipe the sleep from yo' eyes
I feel stinky, not because I ain't washed up
Because I'm crowded by immense clouds of bull{shit}
Singin' Lip Up Fatty, running wild through the ghost town

And all I wanted was Doc boots and braces
My ear pierced, "So, mum, what's a racist?"
She
off like bottle cap tips
Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips
Slap dips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitch's ass
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her
and your son, sipping a forty
Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby
Aftermath
that the kind and gentle are subjected to violence and riducule?
How is it that the small and mealy-minded have gained so much power?
What perversion
the things I write 

Until you spend a night in the South Park twilight 

I'm steadily trying to reach my black folks 

But all you want to see is a nigga
Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin
We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin
before them niggaz ever figured it out
I sent SixXx in with six hit men
Said if ya' not out in ten minutes then send the rest of the clique in
No violence
When I sit back
Thank to myself
How mothafuckin fucked up
The World has become
It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days
get colder than December, black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember
See Bizzare can show what violence is all about, and this Dr. Dre beat done
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is