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Salvador Dali

I been losing homies since I was eight
I know that you niggas couldn't relate
Mama cleaning roaches out of the sink
Let me paint a picture for

late for me
See, I got work in the morn
And gotta be there by 8.30
Yet I'm torn between should I stay or should I leave
But for you, I guess another 15

many, many oorus
Nothing like Nama Bengaluru

Catch me with the red flag, cheering for RCB
Rocking a blue jersey, screaming BFC
Win or lose, we stand by

had to go hustle for crumbs (Hustle for that)
And now I got Loubitons also the red bottoms so u know it ain’t nun (it really ain’t nun)
You get used

Yo bwoy Vkae Love song for the people.

Lips all cherry red
She's got her make up already made 
Her dress a see through she already naked 
Me love

Through my memories
Another voice cries in my head
Please end this misery

And a blood Red Rose
Cries a silver tear
As I burn for you
Wishing you were here

Ey, with some red, contemplating
Getting really fucking tired of people complicating
Situations, 9-5 to vacations
Blind eyes salvations with college

behind our actions
Blame us but also blame you too for what happens
Sparking interest as a threat really what that pig meant
Is that I was profiled by my

flame

I was a moth to the fire
I killed myself for a liar
And now t'm raised from the dead
I became really bad
These scars will be so so red
They will

and rally but what are
We stopping our children get murdered for BB
Gun shopping Black and unapologetically African
400 years of oppression we wrapped up in

by, the gang all line up
Hilton, Hyatt, Inn & Go, we're all up
Don't give me wrong rub (wrong rub)
Pocket full, streets is our hub (our hub)
Drive by

necks on sycamore trees. 
cs your children grasped for air,
The tree's leaves immediately squeezed droplets of our ancestors' blood; 
Oh, Lord, can you

to harness the pain. With stainless steel, we
took back control of our fate. His skin so fair, a newly stretched canvas.
(here was born a filthy blood red

We will find some horses true
Drive them through the night
Branches slap our faces red
And that won’t halt our flight
Crawl into a shelter near

hockey stick
I got my love for you

I got the tv glow
I got my avatar
I got Kalashnikov
I got Red Army Star

I'm getting bored as hell
I got a dream

I'll be the stairs to our stars babe
Just hold me
Just hold me
I'll be the stairs to our stars babe
Just hold me
Just hold me
I'll be the stairs

them red and blue lights
We on that ride or die
You couldn't keep up
We all gon' ride tonight
Let's get our speeds up
We won't stop this life
Even if our

Let's raise our glass
Drink your problems away

Let's make a stand, let's go all the way
Let's paint the town red
Change the world for one night
We're

The Best of Enemies

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

Should know what he is taking -
Lest he find himself within a
Cage of his own making.

The Ways of Wyrd are many and
Our path you must decide,
For

& reckless
Yes, I wrecked this
Take me back to breakfast
When she spoke
of our future
When she told me
How she ride me
Night rider riding
Too late midnight
Red

Let's take a minute to reflect on life
So much hatred in the world
When will we get it right
Controlled by emotions
Greed and fear as our guide
We

Self imposed summer of misery
Left in methodical communities
You think I would have realized
Our lives only turn clockwise
Take us out for a drink

Flesh odour
Mouth covered in red locusts
The fresh odour of death
Essence was dead potent
I tried to grasp for breath
But everything left focus
I woke up

of every life is
Regulated and directed from within!
Our books, our music, our work and play are all looked after
By the benevolent wisdom of the priests...