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prosperity
Liberations coming 
Liberations coming
The world can't go on
In the way it is today
The world can't go on
In this cold self-obsessed way
People hide

they cry
And the people, they all gathered round
It was 9:25 when her body arrived
And by noon she was down in the ground

And we all fall down

out, here we come
Looking for a little fun

See the strobe lights
Hear the sounds
Coming from all around
See the people
They're running scared
Monsters

We are the ghosts that hide behind your remorse
We are the dying kings, the people of France
Get your swords out, prepare your defense
We are

blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause

Hey!
Hey!
What's this tontería that I'm seeing on the street?
I never thought I'd see the day
Since when are Latin people scared of heat?
When I

This may get a little bit personal
This may get a little bit hard to know

See I grew up in a very small town
Where you only see cornfields

I had a dream the other night
And it was too good to be true
I had a dream and everybody
Was a little more like you
As I walked in fields of flowers

one understands

Yellow sundress and lemon seed eyes
Admired by all, my tainted eyes are a lie
Moonlight life glow and perfume like the sea
A voice like

they've ever had

'Cause I spit on 'em once, spit on 'em twice

Spit Skoal on the people, well I must confess

I even got a little on a lady's white dress

a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all

guilty at all times. I will pass by only a handful of human beings, I know them better than them, bitches, people who don't understand me are supposedly

the night 

Little by little, hands on the clock 
As big as you are life never stops 

Baby Strange Girl, as strange as you are 
Baby Strange Girl, fade into

See you yesterday!  
  
 You are in a body that feels what you want  
 A green-blooded visitor shows you that you’re on a wrong way  
 A little

to call
People out there searchin' for action
Daytime distraction slippin' right on by

Tonight, let's taste the spice of life
Keep it sweet until

the when winds of change blew through her hair 
She never cared for those little things that seem to shackle every waking moment
Or little people and their

Thrift Shop Junkie

Voodoo Glow Skulls

Firme

1995

pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty
That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."
Rollin' in, hella

If attacked by a mob of clowns
go for the juggler
I told a joke about wind turbines
It was a real eye-roller, That aint right
The calendar seemed so

Fuck 2020
Fuck every year before it
Fuck you if think you hot
You know you're not important
Fuck people making money
Off of people getting deported

down you're rocking the boat

I sailed away on that little boat to heaven
And by some chance found a bottle in my fist
And there I stood nicely passin'

The Type

Curren$y

Covert Coup

Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with us
Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut
Same way I came up
All my triple o's

Snowbird

M. Craft

Silver and Fire

2006

I will
That's right

Years went by and she hit eighteen
And left home for the art-school scene
To paint the people of the shadows and the faces unseen

All the funny little stories that are told
Are being fueled by what amounts to nothing more than minor crime
But I'm a whore and I'm exploring

Little Boy

Sodom

M-16

2001

tonight
Little boy
Send greetings to the other side
Little boy

Resting by your Teddy's side
Sleeping without guilt
With magic in your mind inside