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the blood that you taste
Reload fracture fornicate
Dehumanize this worthless face

Insurgent fire blown away
Paranoia here to stay
Trauma clinic pain inside

tapestry through me
Every conversation shares a clinic in pain

Haste's recoiled offense fails a point's plangent roar
Revoke the voice from rotten lips

her belly
Praying he don't die, she drops him at the clinic and the pain in her is starting to grow

Living on the run
Living with your head thrown back

in the mental clinic
I saw her pain her heart, I promised to be gentle with it
Grew up in Nan's yard, she's riffing but I'm hella patient
Her body's

I got my driver's lice last week
Just like you always had it too.
'Cause you were so excited for me
To finally relate to your pain
But today I got my

a lot to take in
But that's my revelation
That's what I've come to tell you
When I learned the clinic
Distorts your memory
It just took me a while
To pull

There's a party
At the gravesite
In the asylum
I'm at the clinic
I'm not hiding
I'm just a cynic
Don't see the daylight
I see the spotlight
See

your
Whole house upside down
It's ok if you're having trouble standing up right now
There's a free spot in my clinic, I hope you find out
Because I got

No Man's Land

Tanya Tucker

Would You Lay With Me (In a Field of Stone)

1974

and studied nursing
Now you might laugh but it's an honest fact
The first year that she nursed at Millard's Clinic
Six men pretended they had heart attacks

to the clinic I'm always winning
I ain't got no limit
Speeding with the windows tinted I might get a ticket
They say what you know bout' pain
Jitt what I'm

it back

I'm from the bottom
From the cane
From the struggle
From the pain
From the city with them chevy candy paint on them things
Getting lit

no game
You betta wrap it up, gone feel that pain

The way you living is so dangerous
You really took a risk u didn't wrap it up
Just left the clinic

a clinic on for you haters talking about, I can't rap
Living my life cold-blooded like a Mexican
Living up north haters wanna see me miserable
Jealous of my

bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)

You just

maybe we'll make it and get on a check
Trust me I've been on my grind
The lack of the sleep
The pain on my neck
I'm not a rapper I'm just a writer
I'm

Our clinic “get some rest”
Will help you
Just call “1-2-9”

There is something wrong with me
I always worry bout nothing
Stupid thoughts fill up my

through the night again
You're my painkiller
Will you kill my pain?
Will you kill my pain?

So I took another sick day, I hate L.A. when it's dark

Escape Artist

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

Then raised octaves
I played through the pain
And remained conscious
Refraining from commenting on the lame compliments
And the petty criticisms from

abortion clinics
Random bodies thrown up in it
In the streets where I was playin
In the Jungles where im stayin
Gun shots by elementarys
These niggas wasnts

actually
Yeah alright, cool turn me up
I let her run away she took all of my feelings
All this pain inside I've kept trying not to feel it
Push that shit

I'm stuck in a clinic like Flint Montgomery
Take a step back, tell me right now, boy, just what your summary
Creeping through fireside
Smash

your body to diminish
You brought me pain for years and now i'm thinking need to finish
Making plans to capture you to leave you in a clinic
A clinic for

and it's wrong
Millions in the city we still feel alone
I've been thrown to the wolves I survived on my own
I got patience like a clinic
So if I hear critics

your Turntable Health clinic was just some pharma scam

I’ve got a room full of these articles, did my research man

I like to send em to you, cuz Dogg