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(Baby steps)
Will get there when we get there (We gone get there)
Let's take a detour around the world
Let the wind blow with your hair (Witcha hair)
Ima

on the scene of your demise
Sorta fly, born to rhyme, borderline, hard to define
Listen to it all, inspired by a fraction
Got the wherewithal, admire the fact

Sayin' that you better than me, that's a idiot ting
And I'm sittin' on low pros, you watchin' my Rolls go
Spit artic wind, yeah, brother my flow's cold

the man you Tyler Perry
I'm the black James Bond I'm take your bitch
She been dealing with a killer by the flick of the wrist

I just took a shot need

of accomplishing anything we want to
Always Gone
Simmons
Young Mot
It's like I been hit with a 45
Because I've been given to many trys
Know I'm just living

the universe 
Even when I mingle with the stars in outer space
Somehow I still feel like I'm outta place
But I know what it takes and I know how far I came
So

do?
Shit, Chuck E. Cheese sucked
Fucked up Disneyland
Baby, at our best
I was feeling like a kid again
Gone with the wind again
Gone off the Hen again

life, and what I found and lost while moving along it, will somehow affect people's perception of Happiness and fill their hearts with Love? Especially

believed after all this time you would keep on my memories)
Never find sense
I dont mind that
Ever dream fall in love
(I feel the weight of wind in my room)

Harrower

Assembly of Dust

Live in Rutland, VT 01/06/2005

stops

Standin' at the edge of creation at the base of the throne of the sky

By the mouth of the Tennessee River where the birds of another world fly

negative talk has got their brains infested
so I stay on alert and try not to get hurt
avoid getting sidetracked by what's under the skirt
then I come with

but can't seem to be
Able to release the horrors of the shit that happened to me
Everyday I wake up followed by another tragedy
PTSD burned holes in my

for a long time
And be guaranteed a fun time
All day
You run away
There are times you might need somebody by your side
You could hit me up
We'll fly

to finish,
This nicest day, if you wanna I’ll stay with you,
To meet a dawn, by the way, remember the name,
Baby I’m Homeboy Blayz, nice to meet you in GLK,

on the wind, a heartless echo
What is wrong with us, on this mortal earth
Why do we love to see, another man's blood squirt
And cover pavement steps, big houses

the city streets, where the neon glows
Every struggle we face, every wind that blows
We're writing our fate with every rhyme we compose
In the rhythm

You daze and confused to say the least
I'm not amused I'm never cloaked by my conceit
We lead I treat others with good deeds
You just talk a lot and for

money extends
I'm riding with God
No, I ain't a fraud
Got a four car garage
And I beat the odds
I go with my squad
I go to the top
I ain't going to swap
I

back
What?
Hidden dreams I had ‘fore I be caught in the same web
Aha
Putted up by some rants, bounded by implants
Trying to mace wrath, wanna face

Summer days burn like a swallow of gin
Junkies out begging for a dollar again
Mounted up Chevys come from under the shed 
Then float around town with

year
I was shopping at the mall
And got hit with these tears
Life has some sharp pieces 
We got cut by em
I guess we never healed together 
Through

the crib without one weapon

That's why we keep a couple real close by
Goyard duffle, I be so fly
Hardest in New York, that ain't no lie
Different kind

and orange now
Soaring through the city on the tail of the chilling wind
If I knew what to say, then I wouldn't be here
Ripping apart the pages like my pen was

benevolent farctured tumor
With the pocket money
Mom stole from me
On the next branch

A dry, suffocating wind
Makes a sweatpants with a ripped knee
Float in