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leads them to a tranquil sense of crashing
The forefathers of folly barricade the lofty seal
Frightened by the land they confiscated
The sons

TO ANGER STARTS RIPPIN' YOU APART
BUT YA KNOW THAT YOU JUST CAN'T BECOME
ANOTHER JOHNNY WITH A LOADED GUN

YOU NEVER KNOW HOW YOUR DAY WILL GO
THE SONG YOU

I could spot yo love a mile away
Love the way it feels
Just to keep it real
We don't have to wait another day
I think me you should runaway 
We don't

Sea Lion

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

and man will gather by the shore
And study how sea lions swim in cursive

Force of my love was strong
The sea lion laying down long
A song in the air

suited with a vest while they take aim
Make way for the young man staying sane
Snake way for the fakes always preying on another ones come up
Nowadays

Thinking we cavities drillin' us
That’s for another time i bag another dime
And boy that ass lookin right in the summertime
I hit the pregame and link with

with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became

without arms, marching triumphantly

We follow the procession further up and further in,
Finding valleys, and vineyards, and mountains, and more than can be

These days pulled by the sleeve
across the memory
In the s***e of my arms
in the stride of a step
in an intake of breath
comes to rest in my mind
the song

him around see if he puts up a fight
This testing ground reeks like a nuclear site
Up in arms, they're ready to go
Marching to a town to paint it red

When I'm Gone

Eminem

Curtain Call: The Hits

2005

Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then

to my walk
So I’m marching these flatlands
On Acid Love

This dangerous blend
Of jealousy and lust
Is carefully placed
In hands we trust
Hear the fire

He's a politician from Washington D.C.
And he's got a special problem in his arms
There's another school heartbreaker
With a high-powered peacemaker

on the wrong seas
c boat we called Peace
Watch it sink without a captain to save
(To save)
Sing another song please
Stay in my arms reach
Trying to stay afloat

Create another type of song
Write it a hundred times...
Give up!

Now I see how much I can wither
Make my spirit blister and splinter
Not sure how useful

a knife on the edge
Criss-cross is how they fold my arms when I'm dead
I'm havin' dark thoughts
While I'm layin' down in my bed
I'm lost another victim

And as I sit here pondering, inspiration grows

By now I hope you know just what I mean
Your song will take you to a perfect scene
Take a hold...and dream

fuck me so I take them at home
Take what I do inside the day and put it straight in the song
I get another by the pound and put it straight in the bong

in your backyard, nah that doesn't count as a living
Bump stock, ACOG, mag-fed, bipod
Colt-made by a 'death-god', now I'm T-bagging his dead bod

things I cannot mention
I was taught to judge them by his morals and intensions
Cut the lights hoodies up mask on
If that boy want to flex we bare arms

believe that we have fallen to our doom
With our own cliche
Misguided to our tombs
Marching to they tunes
We are blinded by the loons
I'm facing my Goliath

Could you tell me what I did wrong
Got me here, I'm writing these sad songs
In my arms where you belong
Now I'm stuck, waiting for a response

Don't

night
Close my eyes and blast by
Flag right
I done that too
Tell me right or wrong
Another point of view
Bottles and my fumes
Smoke up by the crew

bust
Arms and legs, that's all we discuss
Take that like Puff
No need to ask
You Better than I, here's another laugh
New shit, and I'm still on a warpath