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of our skins demise
Then she bring us rats to eat
We suck its bones, we´re satisfied

Backing in the room, alone again
Shivering waiting her choice

around so many foster homes
I grew up skin and bones
I walked to school in rags with holes in my shoes
I had nothing to lose
I became the product of severe

to the sound of a stranger's war cry
My sultry skin it walks the sunday sunrise
My tears, my heart, my bones let go
Oh no. you don't even know me

And i just...

of losing you.
Losing you
Losing you

We went to a spa on Sunday morning, where clothing was optional,
I wore nothing but the skin on my bones to make things

Jesus would do (What would He do)
It's the beginning of Hell Week
And I've got the Sunday blues (ooo)
The peasants are back with their pitchforks outside

Hustle hard til that Miami plug failed like Ace Hood
But I always put on for my city my face good
Sunday Dinner at big mama house my plate good
Im from

happening on properties by these folks that don't look like me
But when I see they do they telling us no Tupac'ish and then I go right
In thruw the front door

a walking through
A forest made my home
The winter's end had let me in
Through all thine blood and bone
Halted by Aradia with stomachs, two to fill
I found

Shed your skin
Feel the heart
See the bones
Feel the blood
No family need be broken 'cause we all one fam
A land divided from the ocean at the sand

Merciless Belial pours searing heat into every man's palm
Permeates through flesh, through bone
Twisted within thousands of men
Empty shells stand by your

I'll lift you up
I've got skin in the game cause our blood is the same
Don't you know
That's all that matters

They went from Little League Baseball

you really feel it in your skin
Then you're in touch with everything 

What's the meaning for this life
If you can't find your own truth?
This much I

Why I gotta bleed for the colour of my skin?
Like, why we ain't free? Bet they hoping we pretend
Boxed up like a bird, cage, draw the gates
No way we

take the vow
On the cross, crucify
Anyone who says I lie
Touch my skin, yeah you wish
Idol worship in this bitch

I've made a name for myself by trapping

skin

Stripping you down, what are you built from
Crumbling structures, completely unwound
Aging and callous, you're wicked to yourself
Brittle bones

Ghosts of days gone by descend
Someone absolve me of torment

Withering as I feel it fester
Scabbing flesh blowing in the freezing wind
Pale dead hands

Soft skin soft skin waiting to tear open
Split apart layer by layer
Skin to bone when I'm alone

Salacious motivation persisting in destruction
Losing

Infatuated by the sight
Lurking in the dead of night
How much do I have to prove
Never good enough for you

Followed home, unaware
Underneath

Know that I won't take a part
No I won't spread
The infectious nature of me!

Cleanse yourself of skin and bone
The only way the story goes
Wrapped

Raised by trees to make noise like a grackle
And make points like my raps were pineapples
Time capsules that you'll find after I'm through
Always got

Pregnant mother filled with dread
Absent lover caught it in the head
A telegram on a welcome mat
Solitary coat, unfamiliar hat

Boots by the fire,

Skin & Bones

The Sundays

Reading, Writing and Arithmetic

1990

skin and bones
Actually oh, there's something I've found
It's that we're just flesh and blood
And you're nothing much more
There's something, just

Not even bout the swerve, it goes deeper than that ride
Best feeling by far, when you seek it you shall find
To hear that voice on your phone line

Sunday my Bro
I'm really Bipolar
And it Shows
It almost had me
Sell my soul
You know Tyler's still there
To and fro
A Man of his Word 
Not any Mo'
Clock's