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Lisa

3rd Strike

Lost Angel

2002

You convinced yourself you had nothing
Nothing left to give
In this world filled with pain
You memory remains
I wish I could have said something

me a hand
(Play my records till I just don't want to hear them anymore)
And I'm here to stand
(Reminiscin' on all the times we had)
And baby this is so

Tonight

Shota Shimizu

Naturally

me free
I need you by my side,
every night
Anything that you want
I'll give to you
Girl, don't you forget,
don't you regret
Oh baby all the tears we

And the Russians won't be so late

Uncle Sam don't wanna wait

No matter if you're black or white

You never ever had a right

And look up to the eternal skies

See

you tried to lessen my by question my art and my passion
I bet you would’ve broke my heart if I had
But I been a bad boy been a burden been a bitch for

smile
You did not once fail them
Jenny, Jenny Stiles

The conversations that we had
About my Mom, about your Dad
I chased your dog across the yard

All the lights go out
Our parties end or begin
Are we near or more distant
All my promises crashed by your sweetness

I dry the tears that flood my

of the world we live in today
Watched my mama shed them tears shit won't be ok
And I'm out here fucked up supposed to lead the way
These demons at me every day
I

too long
Things are getting stale
Things could go wrong
I might end up in jail.
Got to pack my bags gonna follow the sun
Maybe this time I’ll be

a wannabe knee slapper
Never been jealous I'ma honoree master head honcho with colossal stature
I'm from the heights you will never see
More bricks broken by

They said I couldn't have them bad you call I could've had
But I ain't tryna hear nothing bout-a date night
I rather lay up with ideas that'll take

time to go back to work because a long time ago
we had given up water in favor of wallpaper - 
seasonable, fashionable, and according to 
our whim."

This is a poem written by Arnold
Mzimba, written to voice the depression depressing the born- depressed kids in the Streets
Graveyards and in prison

you realize
I recall being so afraid
That you won't feel the same
I've heard it all
You don't want things to change
This might go up in flames
Our tears

leave everything behind this
Wall I built
Keep crying i don't how To deal
These tears are numb
Hm-salt distill
I lost my love
She cut me off to save

(God's People, we're living in the midst of a pandemic)
(I'm praying for anybody who's been impacted by this)
(So should I feel bad that I'm still

hopes I can spark Up some change
All this depression in these adolescents
Got me feeling some type of way

that accidentally became a career
No, I wasn't fired
It's just somehow I had to end up here

Yes, I used to be married
I used to be stoned on rock

recognising all of my fears

I wish this would end
I wish I could mend
Cause you've got my cut up
Tears hidden by my cup
Drinking til I don't feel anymore

I

Rather jetpacks, far off space stations
When we so out here there are signs of invasion
Too much white noise in our conversation
And this could be the dark

again this is nothing new
The flames crawling up your back
And your day is coming soon

My silent rage. A true force of change
As the world turns, this

baby say something
You grabbed me by my hands and said and please pray with me.
She looked at me and said how could this be.
She cried out!
Love you oh

wanna try em
Therapy to me, I cover tears while I'm crying
I take them all so I can just forget and forgive
I swear I've had it up to here I'm 'bout done

I can hardly see this road, don't know if it's the tears or the rain 
I don't want tissues though 
cll I know is it's not you though 
It's not you