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O'er the heath, where hurcheouns sleep 
all cradled by the solum, O,
the westly winds arise and pen
a tune both bright and solemn, O
The pipe & drum

The trees makes me small
I pretend to be a wolf
Hunted by anxiety
eating my tomorrows

My soul becomes one shadow
I grope for something bad

I cM cRT
I am making 
cn 
cbundant 
Living 
cnd rich
Lifestyle 
For myself and others
By creating my art. 
I am cherishing 
The art 
That surrounds

the LcWS FIGHT
Started up a DcWG FIGHT/
Now, He on the Run, D-c Want Him Hung/
He ain't going back, Refuses to
Gassed Up, SUPER FUEL/
His eye's used

subside
You're not by my side

23 was way too young
There's no more air left in my lungs
ct times I wish it were me, selfishly
23 was way too young

curse
Every good experience I've ever had
Was numbed by some kind of substance
And every great thing that you will have
Is doused in the fuel of your past

the way
Battling this curse each day
Never experienced these
Prescriptions and them pills
Too late to give a shit
Remember what you did
By the time I lost

to ignite
It must just be my fuel line
I am going Mach 5
Too quick, I'm a nuisance
Got the booth lit
Truth spit
Droppin' deuces on these "cool" kids
Tried

and win
No matter where I'm from, my past fuels my flame
To inspire others, let them know they can claim
Now I'm older, looking back on my journey so far
I

Folding mountains that roll on and hang a right
(Intake of breath)
Along the margin writ by day defying night
(And she said)


"All young is

fuel the fire
Nigga think his candlelit
We pulled up quick and blew his fire
Almost blew a tire
Tryna spin a nigga shit like a DJ
I ran up them racks but

Commission
One of those days our ship ran out of fuel
You know, no steeling wheel working
No electronics working, everything, everything's down, bro
That was

that I get closer I start walking away
Best believe this the start of the change
I'm boutta be as big as Puffy, Sean Carter or Wayne
They adding fuel

to become
A scream, repose, years pass
Repeat, refocus
Dried blood and wood lines
Don't you feel what it means
Dead sons will fuel this grand machine
And you

me by
I haven't felt my heartbeat in a while
Only that
The airports make me nauseous
I really hate to gossip
The coffee's been cold for hours
Tireless

people who come and go in your life
Like without that
You wouldn't have anything to write or make music about
It's like, being surrounded by toxic people

There was a time when we bonded by a thread
Of lonely skin bedtime stories
Healing, fully dealing, had our way
Til the dance morphed into tangled

precious to us
Stolen by the vitriolic
Broken

The evil is out there and too hard to break
What's it to me and what's at stake
Fuel for the farm of gods

Nothing here worth saving
Fueled by my pure hatred
As it burns away
The memory
My loves been forsaken
Lost my trust I'm anxious
You should go away
Go

Doing the division

Planning for a mission

Is the fuel efficient

All the tools conditioned

Everything is ready

Keep your handle steady

Time for

In the glow of screens we hide
Selling smiles that we can't feel inside
(Digital dreams in digital rooms
Faces lit by midnight moons)

What's

hazy
Society has taught me to bury feelings
(Far)
There's thunder in this silence, (silence)
And lightning in my veins
Electrified by the struggle,

off the hook so you know I gotta treasure her
What else, mami by my side
She don't care what I do or how rough the ride
My bitch all hood with some