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all. Now they all must be devoured. Past events are all my jealous Offspring. Like children to be devoured by saturn. your home is now oblivion. Here
Open hearted as a heart can be 'Cause we all a ruin like broken leaves I give you me in oceans of tearz up to my knees Stitched together like
Prediction a long, long time ago Selassie was neglected, tell me when? Like the tales of the Messiah, yah All over again Garvey was rejected tell me
on I can pull up DOLO and you know it's a omen Middle of the street and get it on like a Roman Pray for me Pray for me When I die what will
Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring Now, it's teething My reason of rhyme applies to season and time Season of mind , body and regions
here's a couple more Because the offspring are springing through swinging doors Into a world of "ain't he cute, He looks a lot like his father"
Deal me out Thank you kindly, pass me by Pass me by, pass me by If you don't happen to like it, pass me by Lots of idle fingers Snap to my command
to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts A window grows and captures the eye And cries out yellow light as it passes me by And a young, shadowy
Listen mister I won't waste your time I hope all the mistakes you made were a lot like mine Lovin' girls too much sometimes they made you cry
that I now own Well it doesn't go nowhere, it just stays all alone You know, I like it You know, I like it a whole lot Well, that's my Dodge
How should I begin? This is the story of a boy named Lonnie Lynn As I said it, the spirits here whip me He was raised in the belly of the city
picture god eaten by gray dogs He stayed in his world And he sidely sweard To tell the truth, that DeVon was like "Your out of cure boo" Wisegod Allah,
(Pass me by, pass me by If you don't happen To like it, pass me by) I got me ten fine toes To wiggle in the sand Lots of idle Fingers snap
Mountains in Kauai Make me feel so lowly Cower at their power Vertical I like Dizzy under buildings Bending like their willing Is it what I’m
a brand new machine I bought a whole lot of bling Treat me like Weezy and Baby Treat me like Mannie and Turky I went to juvie with work on me I had
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes My Spikes,
to the mountains Me, Renee, and Jim But she can't accept it No she don't like him Well I guess it's normal And time is a bridge Anyway I miss you And I
opened the window. Well, the window got shut, but me and Katie been thinkin' We'll be ready to go by spring But then, I got Katie pregnant and, man that
the tune I abide by I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi Why try? I'm on the cusp of greatness You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin'
Well there's a lot of things working against me But I know I can't lose Yeah, there's a lot of things working against me But I know I can't
A still-like state of disregard From which you can’t fall back You never fully moved me I’ve been embedded in the dust And my mind has been ravaged by war
neither in this cell Nor in my heart Only in my head Yeah, some motherfucker told me um I needed to stop dwelling in the past Deafened by
(Pass me by, pass me by, if you don't happen to like it, pass me by) I got me ten fine toes to wiggle in the sand, Lots of idle fingers snap to my
you profiling, it's probably be more violence than looking I'm so stylish, but I ain't talking eBay, no high end fashion either If you catch me by
to believe, you can turn the page again You lose your hope here, one by one Listen to me, son, you've got nowhere to run You are not perfect at anything,