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Second Appellate District
Division Seven
Denied the petition the investors
Petitioned for review

The National Association of
Securities Dealers
(NASD) was

Why not me?
Do I not deserve a nomination?
The reviews were raves to be sure
"Fun for the whole family
Look no farther than Thor"

Why not me?

I'm on my grind and I'm winning
You peep the grind peep the friction
Now get me signed like petitions
I play my role like auditions
Carry the O's like

that you once had

Tell me, what’s going on in this world that we live in?
Sick of the fights, so sick of division
This land don’t belong to anyone
So

never could have envisioned
That I would be a musician
Created my own division
Now Harness is a religion
I'm just 'tryna sort my ambitions
But that comes

the rivals
And moves like that could add up, homicidal
You suicidal, and I'm (alive on arrival)
Play the drug game with precision, and never with division

the expedition while they Step to the next position
To correct missions I'm Collecting Petition's
To vex conditions like being born deformed with your sex missing

president ain't fit for the office that he be sitting
Nuclear collision, twitter fingers started itching
Need a better future for my kids in this division

just be American
Equality amongst people is the product of eyes that see each other without division
One nation
One people
As one strengthened by being

an MC, sign this petition
Get a fraction of that faction, subtracted by my division, uh
I'm a boss, so that means I make decisions
Slash villain, I will

the rivals
And moves like that could add up, homicidal
You suicidal, and I'm (alive on arrival)
Play the drug game with precision, and never with division

And never with division
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my kitchen
Some faggot niggas snitchin', givin' info
We'll do a drive-by in a stolen black Pinto

up homicidal
You suicidal, and I'm (alive on arrival)
Play the drug game with precision
And never with division
I'm tryna see addition
Food to fill my

the rivals
And moves like that could end up homicidal
You suicidal, and I'm (alive on arrival)
Play the drug game with precision
And never with division
I'm

If You All Get to Heaven

Terence Trent D'Arby

Introducing the Hardline According to Terence Trent d'Arby

1987

the ground
Discreet intermissions
Coroners petitions
Their work goes into the sand
Voices from the middle
Are gaining very little
It's getting all out

Trash Flavored Trash

The Blood Brothers

Crimes

2004

my submission.
I've seen the petition.
I've done my addition.
And I've done my division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.

And the flow automatic (Uh, uh, uh, Retro)
Check the reviews, they say I'm outstanding
And them niggas dirty
I'm moving so handsome
If he want a verse, it come

bang, bang!
And I've done my division:
trash into trash equals trash flavored trash

I wanna see more dirty places.
Take me to the hall of filthy faces.

I'm boosting my armor and flesh
I Loosen my harbored regret 
Review all my partners respect 
Pursued and then bartered my check 

This is how I visioned

my many men, ayy 
Fuck your petitions man, ayy, let's get it, man, ayy 
What's up with Benjamin? That's a nigga friend, ayy 
God came and got me out

ain't wrong
You've multiplied my length by width
And our division's been too long
Now I wanna do math with you
Finally we're here alone
I just can't wait

Sunrise doesn't require permission, fire won't subside
Out of contrition, we can't rewind time with a petition 
Conditions of nature are just the way

my visions full of wisdom why you bitching?
In addition I forgot to mention I'm in another division
You are not forgiven press the gas and start

need her son 
I know I need my mom badly, sadly
On this earth this the truth that we livin
Governments not givin and
Protestin and petition
Only rise