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Ayy, can't describe it but the feelin' scary I just looked up loyal in the dictionary
To show a constant allegiance to those you feel is worthy I

Dry your tears (words and music : cyrille semmama)
Since he's gone you're staying home alone 
Since he's gone you're staying by the phone
You can't

to clean up your mess

Still can't solve
We have nothing
No hope
No saving grace
Today  accept
No bitter end
There is only pretense

Hear people talk

that you can't hear
In this world that we have, heart and heart are you and I
What's it like to be heard, understood by just your words
When the times

bones but not yet the heart of it
Our Lord's words outlasting a sea of ink
Will we hear again?

Stand vigil through the holy nights
Eyes on the horizon

you grippin' on the headpiece
Let me snatch your soul, call me "Daddy" when you address me
All this
Time that's flyin' by
Haven't made you better
You

had to be pushing ninety, I can't even lie (No lie). He gave me a shift to remember, man I know he lived quite a life (The Life). Those words you said

I don't like thoughts of being lonely
I don't like fake, cut the phonies
Eat you up like some pepperoni's
I can't hear, talkin' that baloney

Look

and angered ways
Is it wrong to analyze
What I see with my own eyes?

Should I slow down, and take a seat?
I can't hear, could you speak?
I'm listening, your

could spit in his (Satan's) face

I got the answer to death
cnd how it comes through by faith
I hope you get what I'm sayin'
Don't let offenses dissuade

You're dead

With the soul of a Shaman
I'll eat a beat then vomit
Like a bulimic woman with an uneasy stomach
I pass by people on the street they

weight beams
Young boys you blame em
Tryna get their gear up
Want cake by the layers
And ain't trying to hear you
Old folks they bore em
With them old ass

On the battlefield its mind over matter still
Fly my colors in the wind let you know I'm here
I can't hide this why would I try it
At the speed

home in the catskills
To be mad real still at mom's house
Thought I'd be rich by now
Bout half my age now, fourteen
I started writing my sixteens
They

I'll get to my destination
I went thru the good & I went thru the bad
You can't break me down
Life be going up and down
Like a fucking roller-coaster

I am dead when I can't say I missed ya
It's a mixture of extreme highs and lows
Toe to toe with schizophrenia
See when I hate my dome I'm depressed

these words do
No, I ain't tryin' to hurt you, I ain't tryin' to curve you
I bring you back by curfew, cuz I don't want no trouble
I'm lookin' in your

treason, yeah
The empty words that are spoken
It's so familiar I no longer hear, yeah
The empty space that I used to fear
Still haunted by the memories you

Can't hear 
Those words you said
For the light in the pain
Crawl beneath my skin

Oh shit got me insane 
One step to reach hell's fucking gate

So just

to hear that my nigga
Round here the beats be the dinner
Grab my utensils: the pen and the liquor
Sorry I mean grab the pen then I scribble
Stanzas they

analyze my points
Shell-shocked can't hear the noise
People let the hate become what Homelander is in the boys
My image is steady poise
My morale don't get

to become
Strange to become

The horror of the parasites has
Found a friend in me
Hear the hoarse words try to buy some time
While, I'm out-sized by the years

gate
I cannot take
Being judged by a fake test, it don't measure greatness
Pulled a lever, heinous, I can't even name this
Moving on in life, you don'

motherfucker like a seed like a seed

Don't you fucking hate it, when you hear my name
I sit in silence, sometimes pray and meditate
Smoke packs by the tracks