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really change my stance
But now my soul wont dance, just this portrait of dead romance
I ignored all the evidence put aside all my hesitance
Thought I felt

toxic dey for my matter

She dont want no chemical in a her ting


Every other day me do her really gently
see mi half need her
She my sugar dumpling
She

forever remain
Dealing with these modern day problems
'Cause of ignorance surrounding me and my constituents
Too many infected, too many lives diminishing

rather be dead
Than turn my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father,

dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask

dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask

our love alive while you’re at my neck Romance (necromance)
Ha.. Get it..
I hope you don’t
One pill ‘til I overdose
One knot ‘til the rope’ll hold
One

burning through the night
Singing the westside romance
As am running all your red lights in the dead of night
We're singing the westside romance.

Take my

voices in my head, tell 'em not today yeah
Why am I the one with lots to pay?
Only tries to live my life but these thoughts decay my brain
Pain after pain

wanna live my life
Even though I ain’t living right
This year is my season
Hustling fo’ a reason
Trynna get rich

Karma is a bitch
Even though I wanna

are in deep darkness or in need of guidance. 

TBP was inspired by My Chemical Romance’s ‘Welcome To The Black Parade’ EP and the single itself. Camito

Lawton, AKA Deadshot
Flashback to Deadshot holding a phone
Next to him – and then a travelling shot
Of Gotham’s rooftops
Followed by Deadshot planting

A Child Is Born

Brand Nubian

Soul in the Hole

1997

with my wiz 
Now she dead with my kids 
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway 
All day everyday tryin to get the pay 
And I be tryin'

mister" they squeal, my mother, she's sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents

can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert

Price On My Head

The Weeknd

Bad Habits

2019

a knife by my bed (knife by my bed)
I'm so paranoid, I'ma sleep when I'm dead (when I'm dead)
I'm so paranoid, I'ma sleep when I'm dead

I cut off all

A world of sparks, make this decision.
Only live to hurt,
A chemical can never be enough.

You need the thrill of love,
An electric thrill, in chemical

goodbye, three lives for the crimes

Open up my kit, get the shrapnel metal shavings
It's a handmade grenade, ain't no point in tryna save 'em
Look

like I'm half dead
Hartbeat slows
Till I get em off my head
My whole existence
Hangin by a thread
My vitals improve
A period of peace
Til another track

Clog up Yo Mind

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

The Art of War [Clean]

1997

'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us

Back to the basics, freed from cages
Into the world of joy not stasis
Natural chemicals, endorphine, dopamine
Storming down my brain like a wild,

The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket

I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't

to this day is the whole truth

[Jolie Holland:]
Got up this morning
Didn't know right from wrong

[Sage:]
I heard her chemical romance was a medical

Aural Pleasure

Blackalicious

Blazing Arrow

2002

ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think