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the stairs
On wings of love and doom
Cradled by the room
And carpets dance out the door
And streets fold like lawns
And lost poets hear the call
And the moon

AN ANSWER TO VARIOUS BARDS - BY BANJO PATERSON


WELL, I'VE WAITED MIGHTY PATIENT WHILE THEY ALL CAME ROLLING IN, 
MISTER LAWSON, MISTER DYSON,

mention my name, everybody
Getting the drum, for fun, look
I don't let a fuck nigga by me
Cuz they just wanna be under a King
Like Kyrie
Niggas took

What's on My Mind?

The Dayton Family

What's on My Mind?

class no more."
What's on my mind is a bum eating out the trash
Asked for a quarter, I kicked him in his dusty ass
What's on my mind is "I hope" he said,

All the Critics in New York [Edited]

Westside Connection

The Best of Westside Connection [Clean]

2007

from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus 
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran

A Rain of Angels

Lila McCann

Lila

1997

these dusty acres 

Back to a fertle plain 

Reward him for his labor 

Put his life back in his hands 

He's waiting for a rain of angels

is when we fuckin'
The truth will come out the closet
All dirty and dusty but a real nigga can't
Get touched by Sandusky dodge your stampede
I done

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Remember

2008

pointed to corner
And twisted her shawl,
Uncovered a dusty old crystal ball.

I peered in despite myself.

Somewhere on some love seat, my husband was

R.G.

Mystikal

Rich Gang

2013

DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit

I be on some fly nigga

Sara Crazy Child

John's Children

Music for the Herd of Herring

2001

in winter he's a bear 
Broken dusty mama 
Her face melted just like wax 

Her once gazelle like features 
Bloodied by the age axe 
Sepia picture

Harlow

Garrison

Bend Before Break

I haven't slept for days now, and if that's not enough, I still wlak around in dreams, covered by these streets have silent voices and I'm fading

Break you down to your DNA. Blow you to smithereens. You dusty anyway, I’m from Detroit, But I don’t claim Michigan, No glove needed if I have to slap

When all these colorful streets weren’t the same
We should not stare but glance so they couldn’t see.
‘cause every fall had many reasons to stand,

You niggas dusty like some chalk
All you really do is talk
Cock like a magic beanstalk
Rock music, Abby’s crosswalk
I don’t need a chauffeur
Self

The streets glow
As light moves for shade
Nobody here ever sleeps
Unaware they are melting away
Distracted eyes don't meet
As I move through everyone

You know we down for this beats
They echoing in the streets
So when you hear em better seize
Each frequency in the mix

Put me on your tape brother

All the way down Main Street.

Is this the same road?
A leafy suburb?
A dried-up river?
The track by the high school?

Wrap your loving arms around it,

the door
Haunted by the things I did
Stuck between the burning light and the dusty shade

Said I used to think the past was dead and gone
But I was wrong, so

Always kept it real niggas need an Oscar
Shorty play yo role, gotta respect the bosses
Ima get money by any means
I was dusty now Im detergent clean
Step

my soul, yeah
'Fore I sell my, sell my
Dancing with the devil don’t step on my toes
Only hitting dimes never dusty hoes
Blunt after blunt
Got my eyes

Middle school I had to fight for my shit
Cause high school ready to die for yo shit
If you had a problem after it's a fix
We by the bleacher
It's 30

man who walked
The dusty streets
We did not see how our King
Could come down to wash
Filthy feet, how he could
Wear anything but robes
Of majesty.
But

touched by Jerry Sandusky
Groupies busty
Vinyl dusty that inspire the lines
Wes, you go to your girl house
I'll go to mine
That’s 87 Eric and Ra
No maybe

Me, stained and imponderous
Both of us wearing black
Our frames growing slighter
As the nights slid by
& we drew into each other
I would stroke his fur