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Catch you by the-
Catch you by the motherfucking gates!
Where ya wings?
Go & let them spread!
Let 'em free!
Better not look back, to where ya came!
We not

We are not demons
We're just people running free
Freedom can give you strength
Or make shit lonely
To beg or borrow
Burns a hole into our soul
But

Dont know what they want from me
They ask me to set them free
Spirits haunt me in my sleep
Day by day they speak to me
I can hear those voices

that is deep within, no further not beyond
By this free society you will pay, with your primitive mind, to realize your lies
Pain is all in my eyes

slain

Free the misery locked deep in me
As you prepare for the great ascending

Broken by torment
Frozen by rage
Remove this sense of life, withers away

done disarray
Na by your grace
And by your mercy
You took my sins
And you washed
Them all away
You showered me
With grace and mercy
You stepped into my

Peeping Tom
Caused my first Marriage to bomb
He lived in my head rent free
Was the devil that sent thee
We were watched by a peeping Tom

Sometimes my own

I been crusin around town
And I been blowin blunts by the pound
I keep singing songs that bring me down
I swim to far out and I might drown

Take

he was shorted by his man
Live to see 20 trying to take a nigga bands
Live by a friend you gone die by a friend
Cotton mouth ima stuff em in wrap
Ice

Seek human nature
Know I got you by my own
We arranged it
Places, faces, lights, flashes
Cameras changing
I'm on my way
I told these niggas
Stay in

Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
They say like when I do that shit
I uh I go by TG if y'all ain't know 
but uh if y'all ain't know by now then you missing out

The saviours fist. 

Recovery in a matriarchy
want to be set free
All these perceptions
Chemical interceptions
trigonometry
Like Charlie manson I'll make you

to be the land of the free but minorities
In bondage
So we pulled our trump card and bonded
By spreading love no matter the skin tone
Still you torture us

More poetry by Galal El-Behairy 
The FLcNNEL Shirt
​
Your letter's tucked away

in the sleeve of a flannel shirt:

it flies towards you

and greets

ain't what it seem
Just what it happened to be
I'm haunted by the past
But now my happiness free
So naturally I just walk on by

It's ever on my mind
Yet

Wild Ones Do
Lyrics written and performed by Esther Canata.
Music written and performed by lionel Cohen.


You got your love by the throat
You hold

away

And you're free to keep anything from me
You won't be blind to make up your mind

Why didn't I realize, that you would go
By treating you this way

she’d marry me
I had land a-plenty
She said no I must be free
But you can tend my garden

As the rose raps round the briar
Fallow-diddle, fallow-diddle,

(it's our night)
try to make it last (it's our night, oh yeah!)

Gonna find me having a good time (it goes by so fast ) repeats x 4

So free!

heard

If they could see him now they'd understand
Things are seldom what they seem
Did the bottle kill him or did it set him free
No I don't believe he

makes us free, 'til our cause is won
If they can't be purged by peace, then they must be purged by blood!

We The People are rising
And we're taking

But as the year slips by
We're still surrounded
By the desperate cries
Of every dream unfounded
And it pains to see
What it means to live life
Just

feel
That I will be the fallen one

Now day by day                                 
Feel free to survive
But why are the embers you doused
Still hot

You changed me from a pauper to a prince
And now the way that I see life has been different ever since
By Your grace I have a place as royalty
You