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Pigeon-held, I'm seeking a transition
The damn dishes are piled in the sink
In abandonment
But I don't lift them as if I have both hands missing

and the hills were where it got messed up
She talked a lot about funny things like that

She touched his hand and held it
The heat was making waves in the light

When seven gentlemen
On stolen mares rode in
No one suspected foul play
Seeking supper and a bed
They were amply fed
By a granger with a loft up in

permanence
Glutton, you must have had your fill

Gaping eyes bestowed by the moon
Calls deafened by the fall
A hand extended, breaks the fixation
What hides

Holding on and held it down
Level headed on the ground that's Where she found her son
With a needle in his arm and a Bundle by his gun

A handful of keys
Held such possibility
I happened upon it
Sweet serendipity
I opened doors blindly
In my stupidity
Trusting
Trusting

Had a handful

begin describe a spec of your mental
Seems to me we’ve ended
Like two threads of a string tightly held together but separated by an entity of madness
Lust

every storm we weathered
And every tear we shed
We held onto our dreams
And never lost faith
With our hands tightly close
We walked this road as one

soldier now take me by the hand

There's no surrender we will fight until the end
Then once there spirits broken we will feast upon the bodies of the dead

long train

A long, long, long, long train

A long train held up by page on page

A hard reign held up by rage

Once a railroad, now it's done

I hear

100 bands, keep it in the pants
Your girl buys my brands, keeps me by her hands
100 bands, keep it in the pants
Your girl buys my brands, gotta

I'm so telling what we live before I cry every once in a while I took it alone, for by this farce I can go up Straighten down the road, round the corner

Yeh we turnt up in this stolen Benz like its GTA
Riding round with the top down we screaming BOA
(BOA)
Alotta gang sh*t when we pass by
Told the uber

goodbye
Now I'm missing you 
You by my side
I wanna hold your hand 
And dance on the sand
As the waves crash on the beach
I wanna look in your eyes

Always Coming Back Home to You

Atmosphere

Seven's Travels

2003

to hold it.?

It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected,
wedged it behind my belt buckle

Swallowed by the Moon

Novembers Doom

The Pale Haunt Departure

you tight?
Will you remember the sound of my voice?
Once again the daylight fades, and I'm swallowed by the moon
Will this experience scar your fragile

Once upon a time, it feels so long ago
I held my momma's hand as we followed the rainbow
She sang to me everyday, about Jesus, prayer and love

so much that's gone
You've never seen the best of me 

As we once more reach across this land
Soon we'll take the touch of another's hand
To lead us

star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm

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[Verse Two:

the start
When you look into my eyes
With your steel gaze on
I remember once in days gone by
When words wouldn't cut it
We would stare and never need to say

Letter to My Countrymen

Dr. Cornel West

Mourning in America and Dreaming in Color

2012

hands, and
Instead they give a hand held
And make you shoulder life's burden by your damn self
One thing that can't be debated
Power never changed

a chance
Right now I know it makes no difference
That I never meant to kill that man

But now I'm held up in a hotel in Canton
Surrounded by police
No

painted red
I was listening to myself and then I saw her once again
She held a book by Collins as her hair waved through the wind
And like the fool I know I

like tell Fe what’s up with the dro'!
My muhfuckin’ niggas
We smokin’ then he up in ya hoe
She could do a hand-stand that
Way she touching the flo’, and!