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Sitting and watching as the world just passes me by
Day by day these words of passion they lie
Whats the point of talking if we both just end up

to scorn and burn
For a chance I yearn to breathe again
These dead ends
Always seem to be closing in
And our sin
May not be reset within
I call upon you
As I

to disappear
Exploited once then dispossessed
I gather hope that we shall meet
Collect these keepsakes of the past
Feeling stuck in days gone by
Blurry signs

that's why I might end up dead
I'm not really prayin' on my fall, I'm bein' honest
But I really think I'm killing myself with these pills I'm poppin'
My

This road's a long one
Foretold the ominous prayers
As they cast a light through the darkness
And guide me through the night
The path is fading away

by a delusional coward
You don't even know that your abusing your power
Your not intelligent
I'm here to represent
And now is the time we impeach

by a delusional coward
You don't even know that your abusing your power
Your not intelligent
I'm here to represent
And now is the time we impeach

myself
Alone I am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me
That the sun is ignited I am the reason that it is
Not made perceptible by anyone

Ed

King Missile

Happy Hour

1992

Ed was at the end of his rope,
An expression he detested. 
"There is no rope!",
He would scream at the laughing walls. 
"There is only the end

The Christ
And not being swept away 
By that major hype 
I want them to be men of honor 
And stay away from Madonna's
And not whiling in the streets 
Cause its

Enter my mind
You best pay the dues
I am not fucking 
Not fucking wit you
You wanna roll with the big dogs
Scared little pup wanna be on top 
Suck my

life
Perchance they might not make it to tunnel’s end and light
He prays for their safety in times of sadness or glee
He prays the face of God they might

don't understand. It's not hard to see the end Of your choices chasing whims.  Can you let go can you see the signs? What you've become just to be

so the truth does not reach
Salute to Motaz  Bisan Noor Harazeen
Who documented the tragedy
Nakba catastrophe
A genocide by Zionists internationally

of sadistic savages
Ain't seen a chainsaw yet but
I will by the end, i'll bet
I can sense the presence of evil
Settled deep in this residence
I've already been

Mystery of Iniquity

Lauryn Hill

MTV Unplugged No. 2.0

2002

and paroled for thirty talents
Court reporter catch the surface on the paper
File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker
Swearing by the bible

Audience Pleasers

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

[Pharoahe Monch]
By the grace of God, I give a speech like Malcolm
Expressin, flexin, flaunt the style that's wicked (UHH!)
Inflicted, addicted --

to the bottom, we closely cleave,
For when we fly and fall, it's the end we perceive.

[Verse 4]
Not all is nitrogen in our grand sea (ohh-ahh),
Oxygen fills our

The clock struck 8:27 PM
And it's odd, to be honest, cause I'd not checked since it last said
9:16 AM, is this a dream again
With eleven hours eleven

have been made known to me
His gaze is cast upon us
Disgusted by vice
And all that's given to lust
And a failure to see
But not his devotee
Sad

conjecture
By his own blood
Slain
Shroud not veracity
To shed a brother's blood so willingly
Crowned through one tragedy
Covetous fratricide auricularly
Have

their hands) 
 
Captivated by the candied show but in fact  
 
You were just a friend of mine (Yea!) 
 
Almost like one soul 
 
But we were commanded

Letting fear go now I'm soaring with glee
Started from the bottom I wanted more for my life
Niggas came around try to torment my life
What a time to be

did was surrender
People telling me they know what it's like to lose a friend
We were supposed to be friends until the end
My ride or die
When your not