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earnest
I slit my wrists in cursive (with an ink pen)
Write a revelation, burn a stack of bibles
Question my faith
Get my churlish ass to smile
Find another

meet down 
So if you burn a bridge how you gonna cross town 
Think about it now and cry later 
A mothafuckin money maker so I die greater

Ian’s D. 

No need for me to be discreet. I’m burnin’ all your houses.
Destroy all humans. Fuck it, yea, let’s toss the cows in. 
I’m another species not

Why'd you run like that
Playing games along the way
Did you trip up 
When you saw that I wouldn't play 
Build a bridge to burn
Did it end up in vain

never pictured it that way
Gat spray body fall, a casket, people mourn
Late night booty call, another bastard born

Families are torn apart by financial

two or three days the wisdom kicks in, fills my head
By then I see the ashes where a bridge once was steady
I'm ready, to begin again, but trust is hard

pocket when working
Quit walking around like you purposeless
Don't burn a bridge that's sturdy
Give earnest service to him, her, and them

You special but

flays our surroundings
Tied to names and labels we defined but outgrown
Come out the other side of another panicked state
I'm elated by the way my

snared by the devil's hook
But I find I'm impatient
In the realization
That the only way to cross
Was to burn that bridge on down

You can try to take

luxurious (Muah)

Smashin' bitches, duckin' ash bridges
I'll cross that bridge when I get there
(Yo) I don't burn bridges
'Cause where I be, you gotta swim

It Ain't Safe No More

Busta Rhymes

Wake Up Show Mix Archives, Vols. 1-2

2004

Everything we do be blowing, better get on the ground
It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more (nigga)
He keeps it wicked by creating the sound
That

To be here by my side
The world is ours tonight

Turn the pages, we'll write another chapter
Be the last one standing
Burn those bridges down

a quickness
Stomped out by your son just for talking shit, bitch
Take another shot, tell everybody my business
I ain't coming back because you showed your true

around your music 
I gave u opportunity so u can go abuse in the middle of it all
Im on a roll kinda have the itchy finger bout to make another mess

burn a bridge
Life is not a game homie why you playing with it
Feeling like Lebron every since I got the hang of it
You a fuck boy we can tell you made

a couple wrong turns
We'll hit some dead-ends and watch a couple bridges burn
Yeah, and I know those times are difficult
But by the same token those times

We vainly let it go on
I realise that now
We burn down the bridge
Shared past into the ditch
Flames are out of our hands
We can't turn another page
We

peace with all my enemies
I learned to cope by cutting the rope
If there was a bridge too big to cross
I Just kept my space and stepped away
That leaked

Toss a Little Bone

Confederate Railroad

When and Where

1995

always go far

I build your bridges and I carry your loads
I move the big rigs over your roads
Hate to spend my money like I got it to burn
Seems like I

cease


VERSE 3 (ZEADALA)
Say we're born equal, while bombing our people
Take another life for some profit
Death in custody, another nakba
While they're

burning twice as bright

Though the bodies pile up and the bridges burn
This rock we're on will continue to turn
And every hate filled notion that we sought

in this bitch I'm unspoken
Y'all ain't getting chosen
I'm the playa type
You know, lay her right
Then let her catch her flight
Another day in the life

you didn't want to learn,
Well OK, there's no terms, if I build another bridge than it's just gonna burn,
So, no sir, I said no sir,
Come here late

around you
You'll be, buried, six feet under by the time they've found you

Another soul is turned away, and now you're left to burn away
You had a chance