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Not Fragile (Bachman-Turner Overdrive) · Not Fragile (Bachman-Turner Overdrive) · Not Fragile/Four Wheel Drive (Bachman-Turner Overdrive) · Not Fragile (Bachman-Turner Overdrive) · Not Fragile (Bachman-Turner Overdrive) · Presents Jesus Life for Childrens Under 12 Inches (Kid Loco) · Grand 12 Inches, Vol. 2 (Ben Liebrand) · Big 12 Inches: Groovin' You (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Big 12 Inches: So Excited (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Grand 12 Inches, Vol. 5 (Ben Liebrand) – and 90 other albums »


You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we
count on any reprieve

The hands of the helpless are raised
Your dead little secrets are praised
The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
By the inches
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you.
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we
in the game and I know not from college
Eyes open, focus, scopin out the scene
Watch the gangsta haters close 'cause they worse than dope fiends
I
the patience, the effort is wasted on making
Piles and Piles of
Kings, Queens, 2's, 3s, how fragile all these things
It takes such flimsy parts to make a House
Shifting silent shades
of seething thoughts abroad
Amuck in shallow graves
not of solid Earth
Silhouette charades
of cascading shattered walls
raise him up
If you never knew your daddy
Like I never knew mine
It feels like everybody knows you're fatherless
This boy may not be blood of my blood
three cups are filled

This soul prayeth not for victory, but for loss
This body kneeleth not in vain, but in blood
These eyes seeth not nil, but truth
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
and lonesome
In your cabin cruiser
On your cross-county trek
Your brain feels like a fiddle
A brittle fragile vessel
Pull off onto the shoulder
By
by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,
mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie

Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit
It's 3AM and you are on the floor again
Running out of steam but you say you're just trying to think
An emotional vampire caught redhanded
Sucking
You declared you would be three inches taller
You only became what we made you.
Thought you were chasing a destiny calling
You only earned what we
Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So
Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea
Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep
Lover of machines-adrift in schemes
Cast his lot among rootless
the passion is hate
Blue mink Ford
I’m gonna detonate in your den

Blood in the house
Blood on the street
The worst things in the world
Are justified by belief
the darkness, and through the night 
I walk by faith and not by sight 

Because I'm hangin' on to God's Word 
Holdin' on for what I've heard 
Thinkin'
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
to the prow
Of a ship you may board, but not steer
Before you and I ceased to mean now
And began to mean only right here
(to mean inches and miles, but not
count on any reprieve

The hands of the helpless are raised
Your dead little secrets are praised
The people stand dumbstruck and dazed
By the inches
nigga; you can't tell I got cash?
Got together so fruity, 26 inches
(Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) You can't tell I got bitches?
I'm a three summer soul
The official representative, LAC
This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red
Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
I've got three tales to tell you so please sit tight
It's the story of three underdogs who've