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we're deathly long By fate we fray The ground howls The road folds The sand pulls As we scrape no cities hear us the ground lies ready: "I lie, I lie
Dear friends You are angels and drunks You are magi Old friends You stuck a pin in the map I was in And this is a note for a road sign
They sell posters of girls washing cars and unicorns and stars Guns and roses album covers They've got most of the barney dvds coffee mugs and tee's
a hold on you When the emptieness like a potion tends to fray your reason strand by strand And there's no more need for the mask your wear When the last
back in my veins, gotta kill this pain Drove down to the shoreline Hey shoreline take me far away There was a sign by the roadside Back by the road
leave you, Boy Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy Well, the road is long And the road is hard And many fall by the side But Papa
a loud array, they joined Me in the fray and soon we cleared the way on the rocky road To Dublin
spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans It
traveled by a part of me You would label disturbed But it works Living with the plague Marching to the beat of my bones getting thrown into the lake
back in the day My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple A taser and a jammy tackle By a neighbor with
her And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar I let her drive the V She's my pretty young thing I let her ride with me She's my pretty
Or stayin at relatives well get a place of our own And even though the feelin was good Don't get it twisted naw money we still in the hood Now a years gone by