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Walkin'

Bryan Duncan

Anonymous Confessions of a Lunatic Friend

He's rolled up in a Wall Street Journal, mm
"You disinform, you don't lie."
A gamble on a speculation,
Redefine a cardinal sin
"You're runnin'

rhyme in my journal

In my journal
I'ma make you rhyme, like I made you mine
Almost overnight
In my journal
I'ma take my time, like you did with mine
I'ma

Yeah I'm walkin' it and talkin' it; I'm talkin' can you hear me?
If I lost it, then they lost it; they're agnostic with their theory
It's so flawless

your freedom
And fear of control
But lie after lie takes a toll
The only evidence
Is the prevalence
Of suckers just like us

It's a conspiracy theory

we've ever known
Was a lie, was a lie, was a lie
The hoodlums and the billionaires
They all got the same shares

Theories spitting we are pawns
In

up
I lament
Might not be tonight
But still pray I die in sleep
Took me years just to feel normal
So this journal's where I keep
Every lie I have

were left far behind

Follow the rabbit into Wonderland
Follow the rabbit and try to understand
It's more than an theory
An architected lie
And they got

the tech, I'll stick with the journal and pen
Use the tears to adhere and usher in an advancement of humans
A Next-Gen Spiritual Society in one accord
I

A lie doesn't become truth
Wrong doesn't become right
And evil, doesn't become good
Just because it's accepted by a majority
That's a quote by Rick

little bits,
And the info leaks,
Make the world as we know,
One big lie and cheat.

Limit the conscious,
Send in the monsters,
Flirting with a theory is

We live we love we lie
Please girl just make me high
We're flying through the sky
Escape the past don't wanna cry
The things you said where lies
Its

Anakin
Smokin' cannabis but ain't no journals that I'm handlin'
Like, who brings the composition to the competition?
There's gonna be some consequences

The Lyricist

DJ Graffiti

Bling Free, Vol. 2: Wake Up!

2002

Dear diary, here I be droppin' some shit
But not journals and memoirs, lines and bars
I stretch my hands out to reach for the stars
I'm makin'

Lyricist [Bonus Track]

J-Live

All of the Above

2002

Dear diary, here I be droppin' some shit
But not journals and memoirs, lines and bars
I stretch my hands out to reach for the stars
I'm makin'

All the money in the world can now buy you time
But you can't change history, not one line
Einstein would turn in his grave at his theory disgraced

the Big Bang Theory and found your existence is beginning and end
Offer the devil's lie that the singularity and individual is the Godhead
But then you have

The Lyricist

Richy Pitch

Live at Home

Dear diary, here I be droppin' some shit
But not journals and memoirs, lines and bars
I stretch my hands out to reach for the stars
I'm makin'

cook
Back den man I coulda just cheffed him
Kick back with a spliff and notebook journal entries

Made love on quilted seats
Plus the whip scented Creed

my way outta this maze 
Trynna find the heart that I locked away 
I have some things that I really need t'say
Y'all gonna be my journal for the day

I'll catch ya'll afterwards up in this afterlife
I can see at night, acid making shit look bright
I can't even lie
I've been off too much shit
I can't

it so soon)
Get up, lay down, walk around
(Down in the blue)
5 am and my pen's in my journal
It's so selfish to say
But I hate our new normal

December

journals
I've been jumping through hurdles to stop from going in circles
To do the healing internally
And bring them to the surface
Break generational curses

but it was a lie to me


Said u loved and kissed me before work


Should of told me months ago 


This ain’t gone work 


Let’s keep it g,


Your

to the sacred place (sacred place)
Lie me, tie me to far away (far away)

I've been, I've been tripping
That's what they thinking
I've got sign, watch me dive,