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when the day is gone
And God paints the sky above Pacheco

Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz we're rolling fine
Where red tail hawks go circling
Have you ever seen the sun
(Have you ever seen the sun, have you ever seen the sun)
Rising high to the sound of a gun?
Blue and white and yellow
the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay

He said "Lie down, by brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawk
And thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must
assembly poised regarding the blue tube
The numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view
Then the generals said "we don't want our boys dead
the water pure 
The streams are fed by mountain lakes 
I cleaned the brow of many a soldier 
Dousing for my husband's face 

I won't forget our sad
planet earth

Acres of golden hills before us
Turn blue and lavender too
In the rear view mirror

If I was a hawk I'd circle the mountains
Set sail
There's a love in my life neither mistress or wife
And she waits for me every morning by the sea
Where the fishing hawk wheels and the sun warms
How can there be trouble in this world? 
With the color in these hills, the blue October sky, 
this little road that winds along the river. 
Dusty
with your holy water
Cover me, dancing Virginia
The gray elephant folds of adventure
The blue oasis of meditation
The feathered touch of a sleepy
hawk
All on the ground alive
Take a swig of moonshine
Listen to the madness whine
Andalucian
Andalucian
Sunflowers
Bulls and purple bees
Listen
hawk who hovers
Hanging on the wind preying eagle eyed
Sit by the lantern watch as the years turn
Slowly bringing truth for every child to learn
the air you are breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk,
The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding
on a show
When I pass by your house and blow, instead of knocking on your do'

[H.A.W.K.]
You know that opposites attract, and hoes choose macs
And how some
The grass is long in the valley, my love
And there we’ll go to lie
When the hawk is high above the house for us
And he guards over the blue sky
Jadakiss, Eve]
Styles: S be the ghost, Double are What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast

Jadakiss: K to the are Double are what
Send mad
the water pure 
The streams are fed by mountain lakes 
I cleaned the brow of many a soldier 
Dousing for my husband's face 

I won't forget our sad
my tomorrows won't save me today

High heels clippin' like clattering cans
You'll find the mark in the shadow of a man
I've been wronged by my wrongs
the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
E-V-E, Double R What
I don't walk, I stalk, living foul like pork
Shutting down underground streets of New York
Hawk is what the niggas call me, 'cause they all be
words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out
eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,
your bitch keep coming by 
And I fuck your bitch a hundred times what the fuck your bitch got on her mind, 
My fucking dick, 
I call her dick head,
the realness
Back in Midtown I'm surrounded by real crips
All I wanna do is smoke and skate on some chill shit
So much to deal with, riding that blue bus
I stay