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Those Who Choose to Swing (Pete Siers) · The Host. Choose To Listen. (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Choose Life (Big Tent Revival) · Born to Choose (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Choose Love (Ringo Starr) · Let Me Choose Life/Yarbrough Country (The Jimmy Bowen Orchestra) · Choose Bronze (The Casket Lottery) · I Choose You (Point of Grace) · I Will Choose (R.J. Temple) · Choose Love [DualDisc] (Ringo Starr) – and 90 other albums »


highness'
Soft-focused by death, by history

I am the Limner
I make portraits in miniature
These two girls were separated by two hundred years
But still
skins like to go to the motels
but your ass won't know to the hotels
Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
A portrait, a self far from ??
My discussion
enough of her
You go by land, you go by air
You go by sea, hell I don't care
You can go any way you choose
Wearing out the soles of your traveling
of the dead tonight
People are being forced to live like animals
We are desperate
No one says the federal government is doing a good job
And hundreds
enough of her
You go by land, you go by air
You go by sea, hell I don't care
You can go any way you choose
Wearing out the soles of your traveling
and unknown

No way out, no way to run
Oh, from the unknown

A hundred times it passed me by
A hundred times I felt alive
Yeah through the promise land

Promised Land I picture Porsche's
Basquiat Portraits
Pinky Rings realistic princesses
Heiresses bunch a Kings and Queens
Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb
This is the New South, still drink our tea from a Mason jar
We're the backbone of this country
what I've become
By the marks upon their arms
there was nothing that they lacked in charm
But now I've got to choose
who from you is gonna lose
that paint brush for?
Are you preparing to draw me?
No wait, please don't! I am scared,
Of what I'll see
I'm not a perfect picture portrait,
But I
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
chains
It doesn't matter if your chain is 10 ft or 100 ft
The fact remains the same, you're still bound by chains
So people say I've changed, and it's
crew and sailors
Turn around and this is what you see

Chorus

This me facing me all alone
'cause I choose to be with the wind and the sun on me only me
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live 
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I
Take a pinch of one man 
Wrap him up in black skin 
Add a touch of blue blood 
And a little bitty bit of Indian boy 

Curly black and kinky
that the future

Wasting time in the fast food line
I decide to walk the fine line
And celebrate life celebrate death 
I choose to celebrate
Wrong turnings and souvenirs 
I see hundreds of memories when you say 
A lost bird remembers 

C'mon choose a day 
To say what you have to say
there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm of age
A kid
there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm of age
A kid
there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm of age
A kid
like I never spoke
They choose what they want to hear, they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
They're saving
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
really hard to choose
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes

When I'm high on batwings
Up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad
come boy, choose life or death

The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks,
When I only have a hundred years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
Sixty seven is gone
The sun is getting high