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through the water
I live in Dreamland
The idea I see
In my body looking out of my eyes
In the air puffs
At the edge of my eye sockets
I'm cool and warm

Slaving away 9 to 5
Guess the American dream is scraping by til you die
Slipping over the edge on bottom rocks way down
If they don’t see you fall then

While invisible hands hold down whole towns
The little folks bleat out a whimpering sound
Like a sliced-up skinned-off cattle hide
Carved apart by

a dollar and a dream for if not to make change with?"

Mr. Mistake Maker time taker Walled Laker
Used as a guitar by my pops as the record player plays
But

made by every creature
that every lived
that ever wanted to live here
said the good woman 
to the kind people 
who wanted to live better lives

me to the edge
I'll make sure I don't fall

Don't
Underestimate me
Cause you don't know how hard I've Worked to live out my dreams
NO
No, no I don't

and you
Wouldn't change a thing
Will you come to your senses Just a slave to your senses
Live it up
You’ll never get enough
When you get the message
Hang up

Hanging on string on the edge it's mad Bring horse to the water and they didn't drink that  

They did I spite 
Smiles all round but demons on side 
Took

makes you want to skip your own town
Live slow and die slow, long tunnel with no light
Didn't realize it at first so I'll just blame my nearsight
Well

know I've done it before

Watching sunsets on the edge of Brighton beach,
Throwing rocks against the water, wishing life was gonna stop right here
I

to the roof of his mouth for thirst
they that be slain in the street be better than we that be slain by hunger and thirst

(Yoh) hard world out here

deluge no frontin
Forever unbathed river otter water in the dunk tank
Brainfood spoiled by day two
Mondays it's a new wave breakthrough
Tuesday fake news

could pop imma Live wire
Could never change is da gang imma die by it
At the top where we aim shots fired
At the top when we land Kirk high5
Smoking

warming up with a little something
My skull is bleeding, don't hold me Jesus
Torch thc stuff, by the hit wasn't phased, worried if I'm not feeling pain

of you
Fake water fake gold
Enough
Fake life

Do you always have your rescuer by your side?
Something in your heart shows that there is enough

Do you

anything
It's the death of everything

Millions murdered by your fucking lies
I be telling all these people like a thousand times
How it dies, how it crashes

Suicide Bomb

Tony Touch

Last of the Pro-Ricans

2002

doing a buck twenty, cracking open a barrel of coke
A billionaire with oil and guns, checked to provoke
I'm on the edge, and these new pills are made by

bottles
I keep tryina find a lot of-things in all the wrong spots
Love don't live inside the whiskey-if I go will someone miss me
Life out on the edge is

haven't lost yet
Nigga I told you
One of the few that God blessed

Don't go out of my means
By any means
You chasin a dream thats far fetched
They lookin

convinced you're just a product
A product of a prison of capitalism seized by immigrants perpetrate democracy a freedom born with benefits feeding us this

Man I live my life so surreal, theres pain on the page and the paint it peels,
Living everyday just fighting to feel, cause the way that emotions

Your Boat's Lost at Sea

The Rankin Family

Endless Seasons

1996

you
For waiting...
To come home to me
Fire on the water
And smoke in the sky
I'll leave the lamp burning
In case you drop by
Love, I live in a dream

got licked for agh bell 
Said you'll send me too hell does it look like I care 
Trying live righteous 
Already burned for them Ls
Before I close my eyes

Your presence; I fled from Your face 

To the edge of Earth, I escaped but you were there
I slept my troubles away but you were there 
You called me