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the better days gone by
Like never-ending mid-July
A roadway drenched in dirt so dry
Bitter on the tongue
I taste the fresh resentment
Lest I press him every

not Henry Ford
I smashed in the back room but not for the sport, I felt no more

Im omni present in this world
Time doesn't pass by me
I'm passed my

24

Insane Clown Posse

Hell's Pit, Pt. 1

2004

or beat 'em with pipes
So don't come out, stay inside cozy and tucked
And if I'm breakin' in, your old lady's gettin..FUCKED!

[Verse - Shaggy 2 Dope]
ALL

throat
Hand in hand, step by step, plucking daisies from my ears

You are waiting for me there, but I'm always a foot behind
And you are calling me to come

What I'm Here 4

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth [LP]

1998

get mobbed
Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom
You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
Exquisite exotic

in my room
Baby girl I need you by my side

My heart and tongue confess
You are good
Nations will rise
And fall
But You remain
Kingdoms will come
And go
But You're the same
Yeah
I can't make

pulling me I’m pushing you
Broken tunes just confused

My hands are numb and my body is cold
Sense will come the story has been told
He’s still in my veins

release from this knot in my spine
And when the bourbon within my veins outweighs the sense left in my brain
I need you to say the word
To make sure I don't

come again no
Messing with my name
Will have your tongue in a knot
Who's kidding I'm not nigga

the outsiders who let me in
Left outside by the one who brought me in
Lost my dad in '06, my mother in '21
Now it's just me and my girlfriend
I know I can't be

and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I

a couple Kennedys
Tongue cocked like a slide
I make the right type my enemies
I Smoke em to ash
And watch em choke on their cash
Got Kent State calling like

California 

My dissatisfaction is the best excuse Ive got
cll my hesitations got my tongue all tied in knots

Now you're leaving california 
Now you're

can say
Things aren't better this way
Now that you are not here
As you blood drips
From my fingertips
And now I feel alive
With a great sense of pride

You show up in my dreams every now and then
And I trick myself into believing you were ever my friend
Then comes the sparkle and the rose-colored

I die a thousand deaths by my suspicion

What is wrong with me?
At my touch, skin turns to salt
And when I'm cold, I pull the earth
Around me

But I'm getting fucking high every day of my life
Watching time go by and my brain cells die
I did good in school, wasn't trying to be that guy
So I

to the cellar
Knocked out, here awaits their terror

The girl with a hood in the color of blood
When evil comes around her senses are flood
With revenge

else

My mind can't draw
Can't make sense of it at all
I know I'm wrong
To act like it's not my fault

Spent the night
Trying to get closer to you
Can't

You call it faults
You call it wrong
Offense don't come from my tongue 
Who's the real one to blame 
Who's the real one insane 

You call it faults

walked them well didn't I?

It is one less tongue that bends to say your name

As I drive away the love songs play on my lonely radio

But I shut them off

Lady With a Tenor Sax

Billy Squier

Enough Is Enough

1986

I been fakin' my past...
But now I know my connection is comin' through
I put my ass on the line when you walk by...
Hey--so what's new

Don't look

Feast or Famine

Paulson

Variations

2004

been faking.

Don't let it get this far. 
She spoke and I was brought back to my senses. 
No, no one gets this far by speaking tongues or bending