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almost see your breath.
When you pulled away, station-wagonesque, wood-paneling pain.
Stare at the sun as it's passing you by and changing your life just
Bed of roses
By bonnie hayes
From the album "bette of roses"


Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
And the still air is sweet with summer
Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
And the still air is sweet with summer flowers;
In the shade by the stream I would lie awake and dream,
Mad tricks up the sleeve, red boxers so my dick can breathe

Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes get
breathe
Mad tricks up the sleeve
red boxers so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the Q-45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my cluthes
65 and I was 10 
And I will never be as free again 
Oh way back when 
The summer flew by quickly 
And Josh and I spent out time 
Writing words
runnin' outta luck like that
What I mean by that is
Why your name always in these rental records
Spendin' rent money gettin' that bottle service into your
A summer sunburn
The smile you earned
Stumbles and falls 
The lessons you've learned
Choices you've made
Your first heart break
Getting too old
and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child
delete
Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch
Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct
Life sucks dickhead
Lost summer's
dazzled
birches sigh from painful lessons
lessons they'd learned in life
that every stem breaks if bent too far.

Will I run for a shelter and quiver ?
by chance
And soak up the indifference of those who have lost what was good
And I'm filled to the brim with the lessons of sin
Now here come
were here today, pa, how would they feel? 

Sun shinin, jet past the block, cats rhymin 

See King Gunner, he gained cream this summer 

Rolled up
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
tonnage that the world has ever seen,
And the only life we've known is in the shipyard.

All the platers and the welders, and the boiler making crews,
of twenty to life
If they can dish it they can take it, tell me that ain't right
And every cop should be beat like Rodney King
Non stop from the summer till
Well, I'll never forget them days gone by
I's just a kid, 'bout four foot high
But I never forgot that lesson an' pickin' and singin', the country way
were here today, pa, how would they feel? 

Sun shinin, jet past the block, cats rhymin 

See King Gunner, he gained cream this summer 

Rolled up
were the days I believed that
Salvation was mine,
When I worshipped apostles
Believing their gospels to be divine.
My life drifted by in a warm
[Esoteric]
My blows landed, those they froze stranded
Most by most branded, for life I'm precise
These so-called perfectionists must have no
And yearnin' 'cause the lessons we learnin' were life long (life long)
Its my song, I place to erase
And transpose all these average Joes
With weak flows-
younger brothers what it is to be a man
By tearing up the party when the mic is in my hand
This is what you call a winter/spring/summer jam
Fall into
essence
Living by this mission its hard to miss the blessings
Caressing the mic like a newlywed wife
Ink flows from my pen in hopes to truly shed light
Upon