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Eternalists

Talib Kweli

Reflection Eternal

2000

journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas

dissolve into one another
We're reserved to be fossils and forestry
Coalesce at the entrance to open harbours
Our resolve has evolved into artistry
All

Grateful Morning
Grateful Morning
Grateful Morning
Grateful Morning
Grateful Morning
I wake up the morning
Grab my Tea and Shake
I open up my journal

Throughout this journey of life, it's like poetry
Everywhere that I go I'm keeping it close to me
Keep my journal eternally where it's supposed to be

If there`s a wind that`s really changing
the door must be open to recieve it.
Take a foot and put it on the ground,
the journal hop is what you have

feeling hopeless 
Ancestors spoken, just list my sage, now the gates are open

Jot thoughts inside of my journal, those turn to affirmations 
Ancestors

Memory Is Parallax

Buck 65

Vertex

1999

the dorothy. 

Don't go lookin' for trees through the forestry, 
I'll calmy and gladly tell your mommy and daddy 
That their little baby girl is part

guarantee
Take a pole, so I can roll into your folds like they owe a fee
I'm-a own the V, A to M and any other hole that'll open for me
Like a warm-up act,

boutta open wide
Do your dance baby let me see it can you break your back
If you do it right, then for you, I might break a cheque
Can you do it
Can you do

steak in while
I'm makin' Vegans omelettes
Democrats out hunting in the forestry
Republicans giving tax cuts to minorities
All the beer snobs chillin'

strong
I remember when
I was writing journals in my bed
Now my songs say how I feel instead
Sometimes I get caught up forget it
Sometimes I stare into

and you will find so I'm going do to do
Eyes open it's not a joke so I gotta stay woke
I'm in my bag like a nerd I can never be broke
Got the straps

of a mustard seed
With a seed we can grow a forest
Call it forestry
This is ministry
Growing like a tree
About to bear some fruit
Going through the pruning

If I Die

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

May the lord open up every grave
Every prophet that was slayed
May they roam the earth for thousands days
Give 'em a body of a slave
May the lord

day
but I don't know if I can be consistent.
(I'm never consistent)
It's hard for some reason
while I'm making music, to keep a journal.

(It's

open for us
I'll turn your life into a movie
Tell me what you want from me

Takes a drag of the cigarillo
And leans in for a kiss
Wraps his hands around

around, you around
Waited my turn, dog
My mental journal
Makes these infernos
Gon' make me turn up
Can't bring me down, bring me down
They say I can't bring

will keep on
Fight
Well done
I didn't want to harm you
Empty journals
From the big old giants
But when I'm asking
"Am I too reliant?"
She makes me

guardian angel can you save me from INFERNO (yeah)
My money up so I guess I'm alright like a journal(uh huh)
I'm staying up I guess these pills made me

I'mma real kid of debate
You talk your own I talk own
I'm about to take the throne
I got Ayys got a journal got a pen
Gonna write about my life
About your

on the condition
That neoliberal reforms and the undermining of public services
Are implemented and become further embedded
On 20 April, the wall street journal ran

but will they open up for me
Still a lot of questions in these journal entries
We say we aren't defined by our mistakes
But as cancel culture states,

I wrote yo name down in a journal
I thought our love was so eternal
I stand high like I was the colonel
But you played me again, what do you know?

Whatcha Gonna Do When Your Number's Up?

Steve Taylor

Now the Truth Can Be Told

1994

they can't say anything new

You say humanist philosophy is what it's all about?
You're so open-minded that your brains leaked out

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