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Wait, I can almost see
The shadow on your lip
Starting to sprout some sort of growth
You mournful sod
Wait, I left I here
Climbing steps

The wake up calls to long
The shower feels to tedious
The interview won't call
The ideas aren't immediate
I can't stand this day
I don't feel like

This is Aldous Huxley
A man haunted by a vision of hell on earth
A searing social critic mr. Huxley
27 years ago wrote brave new world
A novel that

explained half of it,
And still know nothing of its sort.
All I know is, we’re held on by a silver cord.
Beyond what time can restore We’re all fools.

never see ger face again
Seen a man get shot up
And now that nigga dead
PTSD PTSD PTSD
Won't believe half the shit that I seen
Watched my grandma pass

out an escape
Waking up half baked was the only price to pay
And now years later he can see right through
Sees so many things that he wished he knew

Bush, Cheney & Blair.
We hoped Obama would take care, 
He said Yes We Can, But No U didn't

Since then nearly 20 years of Mayhem
With Trump, Syria, Libya,

slow
Tommy, go slow
Go slow
Tommy, go slow

Hearing things, he won't try to argue
Cut in half, he'll take it all from you

Center of attention is not

can't I learn the lesson that I teach myself every single day?
I'm haunted by a ghost of warmth
I run on turning gears and steam
All of this, and still

the clouds in my brain
I might fuck it all up, it'll stink either way
Glass half full of pessimism, realistic conditions of illness filling up my system
I'm

Can't be sold out like the bottom of my shoe missing
Gifted, when I drop
You could say that there's two Christmas
In the grass watch out for the snake

fly
So high
Ghost eyes closed
Hoping time don't go by
Open wide
Flow colder than the polar ice
Poltergeist sober
Rolling over with a broken spine
Woke

I'm over contemplation
I've disregarded all the times
I could've spoken to you of it
I thought I'd grown more patient
I'm more anxious than before
It

maybe selfish but I can't trust none of these phonies (Wow)
Y'all feeling like thugs by showing the whole gang (Whole gang)
But half of these bitches are

J Black:

Tryna take trees out the box like its christmas,
M just called for work I can't miss this
125 kick up and then rip it
Green light, feds

You can make a turn for home but home has been erased
Redeveloped, subdivided, and buried under progress
Summer's gone away and it hasn't left a trace

listen what the dean wrote.
Her dad cut her off, did you make the dean's list?
No daddy. It seems I made the mean list
Surely the dean can't mean this.
It

I told him do something 
150 for the boss 
I gave him two something 


I ain’t tryna fuck you by yourself 
I’m tryna crew something 
He tried to hide

calling my name, and I'm sure you've got the same
It's been a long long night
It's been a long long night
Outside the wind is colder and it grips me by

the sacred path to you

Livin' on the hope of about anything else
lonesome valley or the city street lights
Picking up our years, whatever passes by
even if

on a stick
clouded by the mind you can't see too far
even long sally in her push up bra
comes smothering the voices you hear too much 
Everything's forgotten

Great Escape

Donovan Woods

Both Ways

guy, you better move along
For anyone who wants me to write some
Song about them the only problem is
By the time I get inspired, it's a sad song

Great Escape

Donovan Woods

Both Ways

2018

guy, you better move along
For anyone who wants me to write some
Song about them the only problem is
By the time I get inspired, it's a sad song

Darkest Road for Miles

Jan Wickline

Hands Of Time...

See the room about half empty
Singles by the bar
And the room filled with stale smoke
From the owner's cheap cigar

Same one line pitches
Salesman's