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rippled by the heated air
The images are dark and foul
But there's still no one with a better taste
Cause I adore the sun
And yet I see more clouds
I don't

abandoned by my inner lost thoughts
Another way to speak lies from my intrusive cohorts
Be not known of the great depths of my life
Be not I but the thought

Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side

Woke your deamons
Look then in their eyes
There's not reason
Not reason not to try

Relight that spark to come out of the dark
Don't you fall down,

tuberculosis, folks."

People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake

made of red clay

Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so

died before us
 An  manch`  dunk`len  Tagen  sind  wir  seelisch  in  Not
 On many a dark day our souls in pain are crying
 Denn  wir  seh`n  voller

Tonight

Gangsta Boo

CLPPNG

2014

the only thing you came to do
Cause there's bad ones all around
And you ain't pulled your one yet
If you ain't locked it down by now
Then it's time

face
A lonely grave, with his name carved in the stone
All money could not change

Pleading, he cried on that dark Christmas Eve
Lit by the pale dawn's

a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white

race and not my substance
They want us hated by the public
'Cause it's that same ol' same ol'
It's kinda mad 'cause we're same though
Same love
I know

The dark will never crash through, my dear
With you
Night and day all flashes by
I find forever inside
Your eyes, the world's for you
So darling please
Let

pondered legs wouldn't ever trip my voice spat off the radio!
Yet my whisper worked finer
"You're not the owner of yourself until yourself you can buy"
Now,

it's not a sin to love the skin you're in 
I'm looking in the mirror at my reflection
I adore my dark complected skin 

Fragile yet strong
A work of art,

A life now concealed for me

Awake in the dark of my hiding
Far from the world
Where the lies cannot reach
And the hours pretend

Not let into what is mine

So Many Teachers

Poor Righteous Teachers

Holy Intellect

1990

of the civilized
'G' not satisfied
till the dark prince rise
[Culture Freedom]
Peace Wise, peace Wise
[Wise Intelligent]
But I'm not signing off yet
These teachers

sometimes shallow runs deep
When your mind's stuck in the shadow
Of your dreams, dreams manipulated by hormones
I'm stuck in fantasies of wanting to not be

me I'm not on my own

When I'm with you the whole world stops (Stops)
Yet our time together still drops (Drops)
But even if the future's so unknown

So I let dark thoughts in my head
While I was governed by pride
I was blind to the kindness
I was deaf to their prayers
People proving they were worthy

afraid yet. 

I see patterns of light in the dark. 
When the red opens up, there's a star. 
In the sensory cave that you made I lie awake.
I'm still awake.

the stage
I feel like a lie
I don't wear shoes like this
I'm not a mother, a wife yet

Three more steps, i look up and Councillor
Corrumpere's pursed mouth

can end it now, if we could together be
Forever in peace, at least not separated by color
If you could trace it back, father, you'd see we are brothers

to try again
Life is not done with me yet
There's more to tell

Oh Morning, As the earth still turns again
The chance to fight for this day
Life is not

done your work yet
And when I feel I'm dying
I'll know you're not done your work yet
And when I feel I'm dying
I'll know you're not done your work yet