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Chronos
The Flowing
This flowing river of faith, unveiling at last, in wet sad eyes still blind
When the hands dance chipped, trembling to the last

People housing hearts like yours shouldn't throw stones
'Cause even the slightest syllable can break your bones.
You've been beat down by the cruel, cruel

(Never, never, never, never)
Played out the ARP, this a M16
Got the pint at ten, drank it all by 10:16
That's a line a minute
When cuddy step into that

high too long, shrooms wont last long, last night I got way too drunk, enjoyed your eyes for way too long have you been stringing me along
Power will not

world champ
Name somebody greater
Jon Bones Jones
There is no debating
Name somebody greater
I'll sit and wait here
Ain't nobody better
Jonny be

And you threw everything away
There's nothing else to say
So go and stay the hell away from me
Four letters worked my hands to the bone
Yours so clean

Making a scene never flee till its clean
Pull out the body bag karate kid
Me and my boys on a killing spree
Boil your bones i don't sell they free

would cost your life, then half of you niggas already been sold
To the nearest bidder who bars is poor
You was just blinded by glitter and gold
Sheesh,

they clean up after me
Mad, this nigga white, my favorite bitch, bro, give her back to me
Sad to see these niggas sippin' green, they do what happens

to wake up in a ditch.
And I'm stacking up dinero
Got this young man feeling like George Romero
Pick the bone clean always saw it in the tarots
Dig a little

place or mine well i'm rolling with you because i
Live with my boo
She told me well thats just fine had me mesmerized by them
Big brown thighs then she

I be that schizo motherfucker
Walking with a shovel
Keep the bodies covered
Lurking with my brothers
Killers by the hundred
Bleed out my fucking eyes

and woke up shivering in fleece pajamas
As a clean white snow turned back to a dirty rain
Spent the last of the night on the screened-in porch
And watched

true to all greatest
I hold on to mine
And shelter my craft make sure it's wiped clean I keep it divine
Even at my current age I will never surpass

Yea just let it ride
Imma go all way through with it
Aye
I think my last shit was too sick for society I checked myself into a clinic
It's been a few

pop
RHEC until my motherfuckin' heart stop
I say it 'cause I mean it
'til my motherfuckin' heart stop
Redneck bone in a '89 rag top
Ya boy gettin'

The curtains climb to the ceiling, and the lights dim
All eyes on the miles of the shoes I tried to walk in
Maybe once too often, stalked by bitter

of machines ready to slice your bones clean
You'll be oozing as our bruising makes you fall apart at the seams
Wrecking you 'til you scream and you're losing

child[01:09.03]Lookin down on em thinking that ya better than them[01:10.86]Driving by, shaking your head on the way to the gym[01:12.76]You never thought for

and ones
Billie Jean, and she think I'm the one
Too clean, can't be hangin' with bums
Whole crew, and we fitted like rugs
You want the TV, got Roku
Slide in

the acid rain fixing up the rain
I'm on shit too heavy for the brain
Technique to clean I'm master Wayne
Beats are breaking bones never leaving sprains
I

One last round of claps before we sink
I must be drunk
Or disillusioned
To think that half the men would care of the system that breed their enslaved

the kids washed and t-shirts clean?
like your weekly with men's magazines
october

by noon it's a sure thing that tempers will rise
as the first of the kegs

ANYBODY'S GUESS

The orange METS™ T-Shirt from 1969
Is now a grease rag in my truck
Like all the precious things I used to say
I couldn't live