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If this is how it is it is the color blue or is it just another story that I never knew
If this is how it is it is the color blue or is it just

Wisdom calls aloud in the streets
Hear her raising her voice in the squares
How long will you simple ones
Love your evil ways

Turn around and listen

it from the roots
Way back into the past with the valleys in their youth
It was sustenance, abundance and others like hanging fruits
We were

Dark Song

Primordial

Journey's End

to the lake of deep blue
From the waterfall down to the sea
Never changing or ending on the voice of the wind
Sing the dark song of Erenn to me...

and critics do to,
Everybody got a voice, 
Most people talk loose 
Have a permanent seat budda statue, 
Hoping I would falter, shining up fruit

What he sayin

power and critics do to,
Everybody got a voice, 
Most people talk loose 
Have a permanent seat buddha statue, 
Hoping I would falter, shining up fruit

killin it
Humble but dominant
Grew up an acrobat
Flip from laundromat to graduate to diplomat
Called Chinamen by the ignorant
The wise they call them

I remember hearing daddy play the keys in the house
I see why it's called the blues cause he ain't here to play it now
All these Elton John records

drop this funk which is bumped by the streets
As the sun goes down my dick goes up with the moon
Now im trying to get up in a womb
We still up in

To return would make my dream
Come true

Behold the sea and winds of Jove
We set sail guided by the stars above
The ports of Troy escape our view
A cold

nothing new
On the news said they know she look good
She a demon in blue, met in the moon
She nice to me, like she knew
What she do to me and I can prove

(Hook)
This that real hiphop shiii

Stand up this not a joke
I hang up mics without a rope
cnd I've been told that ima G.O.c.T

{DEEP VOICE}
(cnd

When the sun wakes the morning sky,
Painting colors far and wide,
Golden rays dance on the oceans blue,
A masterpiece in every hue.
Whispers

from - the ocean dark
Searching for - near by the moon
Ending up home - you`ll find it soon

everywhere
But nobody cares

When some flowers come out of the blue
Midnight hour's reflecting the truth
Dust and dirt on an unholy ground
Impaled by

has long been gone away
Rolling out into oblivion as the singers voices fade

Walk, walk with me now, in a valley of the stars
By the light of moon, may

Midnight the moon comes out
Memories replay themselves
Your voice cuts through the noise in my head
All through this winters cold
When I'm frozen

came and with eyes so blue,
a monument of beauty she was

The white covered world was peaceful
and she arrived like the mist before dawn
A dreamlike

Until this love is minute
And falls to pieces, you say
This world’s not ambrosia sweet
My pride bore fruit
Hope I don’t bore you to pieces, you see

The Still Life of bruising fruit cloaked us in its sweet perfume.

We were cracking ourselves up.
Now my voice cracks when they mention you.
I packed a lens,

I was in the Spirit on the Lord's day when, loudly, I heard
A voice sound like a trumpet from behind me, and so I turned

His hair was like white

dude
That's true to white and blue
Who's really just confused
By the news
N' people that really rule
I'm cool with no jewels
N hoes n' pretty views
My

and sizing in with guided missiles 
Viral touch is steel tipped
Peel the double helix
c thief stealing your secrets 
Generally Grievous
Mixing serums for

the moon Back in this bitch for a minute
Busting the school to prison pipeline in my lifetime
Fuck a system We gotta re-invent it Real as it's getting
Truth