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is
The sacrifice
All the same
No one came
To take the blame

In the Hours of Mercy
When you see
A shipwrecked world goes down
When you hear the sailors

eyes and see a story never told

You only know what I choose to show

Steady building step by step Lego
So hungry but we goin be okay though
I want my

to open up again?
I don't wanna love let alone let it never end
Yet again I've been discouraged by this broken record
Maybe I'm the one deserving of my

a noisy neighbor 
Tryna steer this ship to the shore, flowing like a sailor
Insecurities festered in my core
A toxic meal served cold like I a bad waiter

yea I like that, cussing like a sailor I just smile back
She busting so much, feels like the pussy tryna push me out.. Hell naw
I'm going back in , got

everything from everyone and you should be surprised by what you’ve always rule
Idealize him as Carol Fletcher thought the best amusement was coming from my

space like a alien
I go and get it by any means
Seeing my niggas turn enemies
I won't let it get best of me
How that's ya girl but she stressing me
They

no getting out
But if you listen closely
You can hear the sailors shout
They're shipping off the dead men
Who tried to escape
They've just set off for

I was a sailor, I sailed the sea
My little old boat was the only place that I truly felt free
Then on my twentieth birthday I found my destiny
Early

Mack The Knife

Johnny "Bowtie" Barstow

A Bowtie Christmas and More

2004

the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?

There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down

not fucked by, the end of the night then call me crazy
(We'll see you later, yeah?
Oi, you little slag
Ladies and gentleman we will be landing soon
I'll

spot
I'm selling out pounds I'm making alot
Remember them days I slept on a cot
I'm daisy I'm lazy I'm straight off tha wok
I'm gonna get it I don't be

spot
I'm selling out pounds I'm making alot
Remember them days I slept on a cot
I'm daisy I'm lazy I'm straight off tha wok
I'm gonna get it I don't be

Crazy

Ayiesha Woods

Gotee Reggae

2007

around fi ages
Dem na have na life unless we take 'em off eh pages

Tell me, Lawda, shall I be effective?
Only tru de word by Your spirit be directed
So

up daisies
Six feet under grass
Swear the pain hurt bad
When i'm thinking bout the past
Talking three years old
Stepdaddy kicking ass
Four years little

on the first date (Yeah she do)
You hate that I love you, I love that you hate me
And you were my goth girl, far from Mrs. Daisy (666)
Blood on the wall, Smoking

livin' in the Lone Star State
And the more days go by, the less I'm sure that city life's for me
Out West, there's clear blue sky far as any eye could see

by three one and a half will keep you straight 
Quadruple that and six whole thangs look like you gaining weight

2) For goodness sake forget

of gold, hand crafted, I'm the Designer's art
Yah-made creation, created to create by the
Creator, in His image, representative of His Greatness

I am a ...

weapon
I'm blinded by imperfections
So here it is my confession
I never liked you bitches
Hold on, playing games now you back again
Pick the phone up, call

the sinners and sin with saints
God, I'm an omen in my complexion
Everytime I see them I feel fear and aggression
The law's above it all, it's death by

obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that

Poverty
We can finally enjoy rap music without unpleasantries
Look my rhyme scheme is already increasing by like 3
And they finally fixed the infrastructure

Making sure that you're comfortable, oou
It would take the both of us
To see that I'm the one for you, you, you
We'll be in your bedroom by the end