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choices or questions.
This body  has a mind  of it's own.

Wide-eyed in the dark.
While it died in my arms.
This life  is a lesson  to learn.

Passed every

angels who play tambourines
And thieves assailed by black-winged things
There comes from his side in luxurious streams
Blood that pours incarnadine
Here he

black way
You were the one punching fuck
Only play with the children
Fridays, drunk after work

I was pissing up white walls 
Dreaming of spiders in my

pretend…
SONG:
VS
Face turned flush, sweaty palms
Glassy eyed as the words roll on
Why oh Why did you have to lie
Though the truth may hurt I’ll take my

the city like I own this bitch
In and out of traffic like I won't get hit
Stay the fuck out my lane when I'm on that shit
Skatin' through the city like I own

colour
I won't paint it in black and white, I'll paint it in colour

I go out just to come back home
I work out, oh yeah, I'm best served on my own

colour
I won't paint it in black and white, I'll paint it in colour

I go out just to come back home
I work out, oh yeah, I'm best served on my own

Into the black
Into the black

Black claws are piercing through me
wreck down and paralyse
For letting demons own me
I will now pay the price

My

Ima make it out of this shit bitch
Ima make all of y'all sick bitch
My people still slaves
Y'all put us in graves
Being black in America
We gotta

in my shadow,
They could never step in my light,

And that’s with no bring-throughs,
And that’s with no co-signs,

I own my own label,
Own my own name,

Mr. My Go

Kelly Joe Phelps

Sky Like a Broken Clock

2001

At the headlights, up from behind
Melt into war-eyes and candy cigarettes
Vampire teeth and black-eyed snowmen

It's a hundred degrees my boots are soaked

always know
All these lies that I have told
And bring me to my knees again
But I'll be alright

Seen it all, come so far
As a dead eyed son 
Of those who

sister's house
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now

[Verse 2]
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, getting


And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singin' in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves

dreaming of a crisp incantation to summon the Black-Eyed Susans
Surrounding the street sign that's old and decrepit for Five Dollar Road
A newspaper flies

till I'm black eyed
And bruised up
I'm thinking that it's time to pick the shoes up
I'm running on the track until I'm chewed up and spit out
I might

the bucket
From by way of the dungeons
I'm riding with my brothas
Mobbin'
Young fly and colored
Ain't no room for bustas
Exiled
You niggahs kinda hatin
I can

our love affairs now he wants a pimp killed
Won't stop until blood is spilt she told him where I live
He beat it out her ass even black eyed the bitch

trash gotta wit time
Another black king I age just like wine
She got what I need and hoping that's fine
Watch all on my wrist never waisting my time
Nah

money on me

Took a shot just get by
Took a breath just to get high
Feelin tipsy cross-eyed
Not a chicken popeye
Pretty lady thick thighs
Suicidal so am I

stay by my side
But the ghosts live on and the hankoke cafe still exists
And when you come back home you'll see us nearly five
Silouettes of another life

empire, no realtor rap
I probably got a billion raps, uh
I'm bout to pass a bill to rap, uh
If I don't get signed with Cole by Hov I'll ghostwrite and make

about it
I shoot up quick and get by without you
People wearing black smoke in my garden
Leaving old news on my precious pollen

I'm growing up quick

I done came far from glaring at you with evil eyes
My views elevated, birds-eyed, now I got them eagle eyes
If I'm lyin', then I'm flyin'