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the lottery
Never saved by the bell

Ain't no AC/DC
Ain't no Jimmy Page
Never fled an angry mob 
Chasing me backstage

Never met John Lennon
Never played his

but this merchandise?

This is what my life feels like now
Like I got abruptly dropped off by the side of the road
In the middle of a long horrible

WASHING MY HANDS
By
 John Joseph Malayter
October 2020

 The Carpenter said to Jesus what’s taking so long
 You should’ve had that house done by now

ocean, fueled only by our own belief
A land, it was surely out there
Filled with exiled artists, & rich-man thieves
Robin Hood left a map behind in Prince

missing
I get scared when something's wrong
If something's wrong it's all my fault
I get scared in my own shoes
If someone stares and sees a fool
I bet even

When the gangs all here
Lets grab a beer and a good time

In my heart
The girl of my dreams
A work of art
Named Lauren Goldstein
The fires lit

around into my walls
	
And many’s the time I’ve been startled awake
By a a big inconsiderate one that’s named Jake
He’ll be snapping his fingers saying,

This shit is sick, I feel like John Wick
Cap a white supremacist and hang him from the fucking neck
More money more problems, no woman no cry
That's

they were tougher than
Us ‘cause the streets
On their own by their teens
Group home shown solace and relief
Lawrence to self-teach himself
Kenny to ball

a hole in the wall
I fear it's getting too big
And I can’t fix it all on my own
I guess I just won’t look at it
And the doors in the house all get jammed

you can't see me
I don't bleed
Put John Cena on the scene
He's on it
I took off with the beans
I'm flipping off Jack wit a fiend
I'm carrying my whole

high
Don't play me
You're up to something
Live my life, ride or die
I'd rather ride with fuckin nothin
Hate my life, I can't cry
These tears held back by

Lost for the crown but still Adey shine
Walking Alone feeling Alright
In the Journey of my Life
Finding my own money in my own time
I don't wanna get

fault of their own
 CHORUS REPEAT…
 By Gordon Anderson and John Covert  2021 Copyright All Rights Reserved

Bringin' home the bacon ain't already been taken
By them phonies frauds and fakes
I'd show ya but I owe ya, I know my mind would blow ya
If I took ya

This goes out to Augustine of Hippo
And his boy John Calvin
And all those who follow in their footsteps
You blaspheme
Accusing the holy and living

cookies
I told her wear her hair so I could pull it
My money too tall to overlook me
Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley
I used to hot box

/good, Samaritans that will /give me food, 
But it all de/pends, on their mood, sometimes u don even /get any soup,
I Get /screwed by them, and even my own

boys
Did enough drugs
Just to drown out the white noise
Barely broke even
Just enough to get by, boys
Used my own supply
Just enough to get high boys

CIRCLES
JOHN FOUNTAIN  ROY HOLDREN  TOM WURTH
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LORD IT'S BEEN A LONG LONG TIME
SINCE I HAD SUCH PIECE OF MIND
I STRUCK OUT ON MY OWN
SURE

crying?
Oh my people are suffering
While your margins are profiting
Over the people
Over the people
No more profit over the people

John James Robinson he

The Buzz Kill

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

Now I thought suicide was a suburban myth
I couldn't see my own hands being the ones I'm murdered with
That is until I traveled this world a bit
I

Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga

love is fake 

You said you my slime then that's fair enough . But you better have my back when shit is tearing up 
 
Made it through some hard times by