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you are seeing the catch
When the weight starts pulling you down by the neck

The cold metal of the chains tangle my throat
I guess the best slaves must

I remember the way I once was in the beginning
A small child influenced by sinning.
I remember at the simple age of eight
How wonderful and great it

decision I've made
I'm blessed the vision has paid off
For the rest
For the missions are great, Lord
I confess all my sinning and pray
You forgive me
Draw

me a drink sit by the lake 
As I recall all the bad memories 
What does it take to become great 
Try to find destiny try to find fate 
Trying to stop

Your gut speaks volumes
Without trying
The issue at hand
Keeps widening
We focus on how
Not why
There lies
The great divide
Hate
Go away
In my world
You

Writing rhymes, singing hooks is all that I know
I ain't sweatin' all the little stuff just going with the flow
Waitin' for the day I find a place to call

fly by
Cause High school is only a fraction of our lives
But it seems that I
Can't except that time
Time, it moves too fast
I'm only fifteen but that

I real don't know where to start
I been tryna shine in this world that I know is so dark
Seeing everything around me man that tear me apart
I been

Yeah
My fault
I'm sorry
It's Adamariz
I wouldn't wanna
Be around a
All around me Lord I keep on falling
Every moment
Every hour
Filled with regret,

Be born to us today
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us
Our Lord Emmanuel

From the third collection of poems "The Dreamer” (Russian: Мечтатель).

In English (interpretation by Lord Muck):
A quiet whisper in the dark,

Lord i need direction
I don't know where to go i don't know what to do
All i do know is
I can lean on You

Hopped inna Lyft told 'em anywhere but

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by;
O morning stars, together
Proclaim

have great fortune with demeter
As the Lord of Misrule is yet to be crowned
It is the best of days
Co does Catallus say
In the worst of times
So once

dancing to my music and all that, my four leaf clover 
She wanna me succeed before her time here is over 
Never under-estimate the hand of the Lord on my

sayin'?
I get paid for the way I say it
Having fun but I ain't playing
Getting in the way is not okay
I stay high by the beach with Lana Del Ray
On that

Brought to you by
Muck Culture

As if I care
As if I give a flying
Fuck

Fuck them
And fuck you too
I'll make you all look like the set
Of fucking

was clearer.
Praying lord just give me light
A lil glisten I leer.
But still
I knew my mission was clear.
Graduate and get the knowledge
All my village

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep 
The silent stars go by 
Yet in thy dark streets shineth

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep 
The silent stars go by 
Yet in thy dark streets shineth

songs

While he stands and sings amazing grace
His heart is hunted by fear, shame and disgrace

A secret battle eats away at his soul 
And the people

the realest in the hood
And by the way, man, this is feel-good music
Mais pour un soir seulement, so you should feel good to it (I'm gone)

Barefoot on the gaz,

You Are My Heroin

Boy George

Tense Nervous Headache

1988

It's great to be young
Didn't anyone tell you
That life was a lousy substitute
You're not packing angels now
In your undertaker's suit
It's

to figure it all out
I picked them out one by one.
Trying to depict
Like where and who
What is what
Trying to figure out
It's all true
Now can I see it
Do I