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the coast
I thought I lost you in the dark, only twenty-four feet apart
More stories tightrope on that stare, than the same white line at Meurig Park

It seems my sad story must come to an end
I've been killed by The Noise, or so it's been said
Who knows if I live, unknown to the masses
An old man

An optimistic introvert not good with small talk shit starving in need of gwoop 
I'm climbing up to the top plain Jane change lanes not focusing on a op
They

I get sad
My mind becomes a crowded place to land
So I circle high above the fray
Convinced I'll lose another day to fear
So wound up I can't breathe

getting wet
I love the sting of the ocean
Washed up on an empty strand between
An AA meeting and the university
While a red and white tram
Rattled on down

Como te llamas?, me llamo Quan
My Mexican plug don't know where I'm from
He got white, he got coke, he got everythin'
He don't fight, he just shoot

Q's and P's
Plain white T's
Scream pretty, pretty, pretty please—I need to breathe
This shit is suffocating me
I'm an animal, I'm an animal
I'm on all

for the ache
Of how lovely life can be
I know why I’d cry
Every time she sang
Of the little white cloud
Who would sometimes bring the rain
Walking by

really ain't sad
I'm living my way through all that I'm cravin a shawty with a back fat
To cover in blisters her neck tat we startin it off on the floor

My Light Is Gone

Owlle

France

2014

more questions
No more
Stories to tell
Angels in hell

My light is gone

Keep white dust
You have my soul
I've lost
Light by my myself

on my chest
Tryna feel a Doki Doki
But this bookclub story
Don't match up with what you told me
You gon hold me right
You gon wrap my soul up tight
Please

fights, warm cocoa by the fire
Music for the elderly, stories that ne’er tire

(chorus1)
Ringing bells, yuletide carols, swirling snow, smiles a-glow
Remind

motherfucker
I'm wasted, taste for hatred
Nothing's sacred to me
You see, what I want I take it
By any means necessary
Bitch, stay in the kitchen
It's the place

culture turn apart behind the letters
Enslaved by a few
We gat the numbers
And we gat to beg to make em see our lives matters

What's the true story?
How

we nailing shit
And when my niggas pop up out the blue shit no more settling
Code word for lasers on white Ts call it peppermint
Folks Got a green

high for
Days with you in my mind
Times would fly yea yea yea
Lonely at the top
All I'm missing is you by my side
With you in my mind
Times would fly yea

Will you run away with? (yeah)
I can read through your book of lies
It's on your mind 
And baby girl
It's plain to see (yeah)
That you looking for

wisdom, old as the world, wise and sad
Teeth of the earth gnaw my bones, bare my soul

Wan statues hewn by giants' hands
Solid ghosts, ageless dreamers

parade
Across the horizon,
dancing with the wind,
a magic to be born
This is mole's little story
brave mole that
want to be a bird so much
Being touched by

wasn't based on fact 
I had her at hello 
Metaphysical intact 
And it's all plain and simple 
Now we're either white or black 
Look at the cats

gin
Now across the western plains I must wander

While I'm a rambler lad and my story is sad
And if ever I reach the lochland I shall wander
For I spent

a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
And this type of street violence

can’t deny 
What lies in a distance, you see it in plain sight
It’s hard to make it if ya skin ain’t white, uh

No hate to em, that’s just the way it is

get caught fast i'll
Make it your last lie
You make up every single story
Just to pass by

You cast eyes on me and I felt harassed-by
Your last cries