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I played a shut in for a good long while
My high time was walking the dog at the end of the day
Then back again to my solitary domicile
I let

jewels
dripping wetter than a pool
Cuz bitch I'm a ghoul
Young dumb boys we do not play by the rules
Get yo ass back in class we skipping school
All

Yeah niggas!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started
Let me get a rest in peace to my

runnin from some shit I can't escape
cll this pain from my memories 
cll the scars hidden underneath 
cll my dead brothers that I see
When I close my eyes

would sing your name
But I lost you to your dogs of war
I lost you to the fog that wraps around and carries you away
And memories gather in a knot in

a whiskey flask
Standing there sipping fire and memories
Bottle rockets lit the sky, but what made me blink
Was from the distance like a ghost or a dream
I

here
I feel like a ghost I'm lost in the smoke
If only the coast was clear
Oh oh I'm haunted by my memories
And I've been falling into darkness for

you like?
A dog in the fight?
All bark no bite?
Or top of the line Ali in his prime
You work to boast
I work to own
So let's raise a toast
To our very

So we buck, they come back
In my dreams at night I have nightmares
Nightmares, all the time

Last night I had a vision of
My dead friends in my sleep

the forest
Only shells left in the sea
Cobwebs overtook the buildings
There was never you and me
Empty streets of distant memories
Piled up with rusted cars

occupied by
Whole world wide, industry ocean, floatin
No castaway saw us, no bottles of messages
Fuckin potions! watch out im explodingggg
Oh fuck, the mast

alone

I stay outside
See dead Roses speeding ahead
I'm feeling upset stop messing my head
I'm feeling bamboozled holding my dog, I'm over dressed
This

a pill bottle
Thinking that my past haunt me
Tell me dog just who the fuck is you
You got the wrong homie
Lay Low Play Slow
Always on my own money
Gotta

Estelle

Dan Bern

Dan Bern

1997

never thought I'd paint anything again
I decided I wasn't ever gonna paint again
It didn't bother me too much, Warhol's dead
David Hockney's still alive,

the homies locked up in that cage free my dogs out

My bro up in the feds they caught him up wit hella weight

But when he touch down we poppin bottles jus

never left
I'm not trying to remember
In fact I'm trying to forget
Now you treat me like a dog
I'm playing fetch
(1999)
Sitting by the window sill
Puff

Op Ivy stopped growin
The Ramones lost the touch
The Sex Pistols are impotent
Face facts
Punk is dead

Pac bit the bullet
Dre don't operate no more

"Much better"
"By the way, I brought you a little gift, it’s a dead chipmunk"
You see, when a dog brings a piece of road kill into the house
And drops it

and my dogs smoking blunts up on the boardwalk
Bay 54th with my broad by the ballpark
Use the Dugout like a room at the Waldorf
Hit me up I got it for

and disease
I think i got enough to live for but i always want more
Now i'm afraid of the metaphor in almost everything"
Memory hanging by a thread
Moment kept,

memories)"
"There's a piss up by the fire and it's alright you'll see 
(We're definitely half assed rejects)
'Cuz we're doing fine (That's okay) if you come

Griffin
Ima take ya dog head
This is the shit that you Jugg to
Pussy gotta cat
I got hell to put fire too
Mice wanna rat
I know big game trap
That'll blow

gotta make time for it
Practicing walking on top floors
One day I'll get me the top score
We done popped off
Bottle rocket with the top off
Never barking

empty it
On the carpet
I find makeup
Tryna find where her heart is
I been sleeping alone my dogs wondering
Why is this human alone and is he suffering