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""O'er the seven hills of Macha In an age now passed by Lived a people once forgotten Beneath an ancient sky  For protection they had warriors

sucking my dick, I might've been wrong, she may be the one
We're not in love, but in 2021 I'm going to let her have my son
So we can post and fake happy

Hold My Hand

Kimya Dawson

I'm Sorry That Sometimes I'm Mean

2002

husband is beating up your son?"
Next thing I knew that family packed up and they were gone

Back pressed flat against the wall
And they hit me with

Escalation of Violence

Abscess

Through the Cracks of Death

2002

The wolves of war feed 
Religions of hatred passed on 
From the father to son 
No turning back 
The cycle of vengeance has begun

escape from what we’ve done
The mother’s redemption
Reclaim your sons

Drain the oceans swallow the shores
Burn the forests to the floor
The ruin of man

Descent

Tides of Man

Empire Theory

By a dark deed done
Was disclosed in divination
Death of a dead man's son
Deranged, deprived delivery
Darkened his decor
Ever-loathesome,

Unplugged

Snot

Get Some

1997

better say this 'cause there ain't noboby tryin' to save us, Just enslave us, Leave us hangin by the rope that they just gave us, 

Victim of your

the entree it's only the intro
No break or life boats more like nitro

Tokyo drift in rain, ice or snow
The same kid who tried to die by overdose
Grave shifts

My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

by hunger
They meet again

So they see their brother's face
They can't recall their own disgrace
But he recalls, the dreamer sees
To repay with their

Go to the mountain, let it ring
That the King of Glory will forever reign
Tell them now all who hear
That the Son has come to remove our fears
But

son/sun
I been stressing
I been stressing
I just wish that you would know
I just want to feel your vibe
And I just want to see you grow
I can feel and know

friends. Beer a brother.
Soul orphaned, crying out, “Dear mother!”

Stalked by this witch, Missfortune.
Turns up unexpected. Turns my whole world rotten.

responsibilities
Just caught up in my bubble of memories reminiscing
The times you saw your crush and barely spoke a single sentence
Years gone by, some are names

know about two parents
With two jobs each with a grown man for a
Son that raps talkin' grease

See everybody's in a gang
But not really prepared
See

Working off emotion 
More estrogen then these women
Getting older but 
They not grown by the definition
No accomplishments to your name 
But you chasing

my homie I was burying the cycle, we come through bare arms carrying, the whirlwind is murders but quiet is librarians, this is Malcolm mixed with

less than thirty Habesha then
It's multiplied now by tens of thousands
How cycles repeat when we reach the Southend
We were forced here, now we can't

and liquor in the system feelin good while you high but ya death be the symptom
Passing it to children so the cycle just continues 
Whitey got ya soul not even

the sticks
Coulda been drummer… still is a drummer
100 round summer. Moms really wonder where did the son get the hunger?
To drill all these bodies to drain

a science it's Ferrell that blades offer glory
Cycle repeating but breeding is stopped by the judge and the jury

Streets are never safe
Lower down your

was bad so I made a few more changes now I am living it up I'm a king
I started the year off amazing I had me a cycle I kept to, I had me a team
I had

Brown skin tone know my shit don't crack
Back with my might
Light on my track
Black lives matter raise my fist in every weather

It's a cycle it's a trap

Huh
I dont let go bc I used to drop the ball alot. Yeah
Cuz this is me I deal with issues since I lost my son
Feel like I couldn't be the dad that I