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monetary
Gain in this vain universe
Pain keeps me sane, choose to live!

Many choices hundreds of voices
I'm a soldier hunted by demons
I pray wisdom will be

How the little piggies would grunt
When they'll hear
How the old board suffered

The fire no longer smokes when it becomes flame
I am just a blade

Product of Imagination

Paradox

Product of Imagination [Bonus Tracks]

1987

started off too late
We were a dream
Product of imagination
By a god unseen
He knew that we would be destroyed
He felt so old, yeah
He knew this was

that brings forth the Old Gods
Immortal wisdom
An incantation, guided by the sacred stones
A snowy path. A stone circle
The Seer has led me here
I

to go 
If not for old, hard hands and 
Well worn roads 

Gently, but firmly I was guided as a child
By the hardened hands of a tough but wise old man
He

everywhere

I am a speaker, a beacon of light
Guided by truth, by what is right
For in the end, it's the words we choose
That determine the path we'll surely

and you're bright eyed
The sound of a voice inside
Guided by the stars in a straight line
We're chasing the sun tonight

Riding in the dark through a wildfire

don't know what to do
Old honey day by the winter storm front
I open up the box that's wrapped with a grunt
But when I reach inside and see what's there
I

There's a primal circle circumventing the old gods
A private intervention to renew old thought
I'm only lighting fires, so call off your dogs

Worm in a Dog's Heart

Dog Fashion Disco

Committed to a Bright Future

2003

sheep children 
Following the heard 
Guided by the voices 
In their empty little heads 

You are a milky tear
In the dead mans eye 
In disguise

As I breathe freely once more

I'm guided by
I'm guided by my River of Hope
I'm guarded by
I'm guarded by my River of Hope

Now again
Halfway there

That old door and low roof
Distinct smell of my youth
This aged room, is more than just a room
The block curves
The street lights
The crisp smell

TELL A VISION

Guided by your long and mean hand like a concrete disease. Guided by unearthly lights coming from the palm of your hand. All solid

What have I become
In the world that we made
My fate is guided by the force
My voice is pushing back and forth
You can not stop the flow of my vibe
When

time

I heard you're guided by voices
Making mischief, they call you a sinner
You suck on the drug like you suck on my finger
A joint I'll surely

Singing Man

The Roots

Rising Down [Clean]

2008

a war taking heads from men like Charles Taylor
And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer
13-year-old killer, he look 35
He changed his name

Singing Man

The Roots

Rising Down

2008

dedication
Charged by the call and the cause of the nation
Countdown, minutes away from detonation
A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination
My

A Sultan of old Istanbul,
Had a varicose vein on his tool,
This evoked joyous grunts, from his harem of cunts,
But his boys suffered pain at the stool.

I'm seeing scalenes and belts in skies
I'm trying to hide the fact that I miss these same old walks I used to take every night
By the bench where two

measured confidence
I'm just a 27 year old bag of nerves and broken joy
Not my inner voice by choice
Bag of nervous broken joy
Not my inner voice by choice

guess
But yo voice mute on this other mess
Like how many more getting shot by the cops?
What can you do to make sure that it stop?
You got a voice to stop

weeks flew by
I still can't sleep at night, daydreaming of when we reunite


I wanna go back to the good old days
When you laid by my side
I miss those

of

And I hear the cracklin' of the fire in the night
Guided by trails of the old moonlight
I get ahead of myself a bit too much sometimes
But I know that I

the classroom
But I break convention
That's my tradition (Ooooo)
Sometimes I feel like I'm on a secret mission
Always guided by the light in my soul (Guided by