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Who am I
And who are you
Where to go
What to do

I open my eyes
Surrounded by lights
Am I in a dream
Or was the sky always blue

Beauty on my chest,

A bright and sunny noon
A woven basket on my arm
I pluck
some berries from the bushes by my yard
I’ll make some jam so that they don’t go to waste

Government says
I need to ruin my life 
if I'm gonna have a baby
And I don't have time
to wait for cures
if I'm gonna be a mother

How can someone

flowers wither in the gardens
Leave this world to come and dance with me

Swept-up by the fantasy
Where life flows like a stream from the depths of our

the  broken me

The grace in her gallery curves
Would cure a blind eye
How her presence, incredibly made my spine tingle
How her sight would miraculously
Bring

She Bangs

William Hung

Inspiration

2004

a flower 
But she stings like a bee 
Like every girl in history 

She bangs, she bangs 
I'm wasted by the way she moves, she moves
No one ever looked

peace
Where she now rests in peace

Crossing over white paths
She now cries before coming to the tomb
Now covered by all the colors of
The best flowers

Cause you're the right person
At the wrong time

I wanna run into the light
And leave the dark behind
I wanna break the chains of life
With you right by

Sole Has Issues

Sole

Bottle of Humans

2000

the underground!
Woo woo!  Yeah man!  Yeah!  Yo man!

I usually dream about gold chains and being an MC 'til I'm old and gray
Instead I wear a tie and fix computers

the sound
No chains can hold us, we'll break them one by one
Girls run the world and we've only just begun
Girls run the world and we are second to none
We

here trapped on the ocean?
'Bout to go up a level of disrespectful
I'm just one chain away
From goin' heavy metal
I'm just one angel away from
Blockin'

see me at the funeral I'm telling you to 
Take me 
To the land of the free where everyone's high and smoke weed but not to get by but to breathe 
You

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

sights similar to View of Delft by Vermeer
Coming through and keeping near
Reading books and ancient poems
I see longevity in the wisdom of the knowing

Bound by chains to the only Son
From sinner to Pastor
Servin' the Master
I broke my box of alabaster
Sinner to Pastor
Servin' the Master
Leaving the stage

wrist triple 6
In the morgue house slit by slit
Slit your wrist
Head inflames the pain Oh lord
So I smoke to try and cure
We do it just to be cool
We fly

wanna part, I can be alone
Had a moment in the sun, like no photo zones
Diluted by the day, it's enough to get by
By, by
Going at in on phone, going out

Died in heaven and it rained all day
Wings on fire and the sky turned grey
Like the stars at night
I fight by your side
Love of my life I tried
My

treated me like true royalty
These things I write
I write them because I miss you
And not a day goes by where I don't pray I'm with you
And still sometimes

are catching me fading.

I'm stuck at the bottom of the food chain
Been betrayed by my own brain
Can't fake everyday,  can't restrain
Gonna lose my

its mold
(Said imagine Mary Jane)
Five years old, Behind a closet door
(Not living by his name)
Justice lost, innocence abused
(But I've denied for

fuck all the opps, we facist, make 'em past tense
Bitches treatin' me just like Phat Farm, my name on all they asses
Nigga flexed his chains, I held my

leave my side
But it caught me by surprise
When I found out that you lied to me
I'm on edge now
Fuck it, get the money, fuck the flowers
I don't need 'em

steps flowers growin' out of the footprints
Liberation, here's your invitation
It's a relay race, continuation
Get the baton and keep bringin' it back