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a horrific sight to see
But what could any one of us do?
I’ve run out of donation money
And I’ve got work on Monday, too
I wanna prove my civic duty
I don’t

trouble with my lines
Well i'm sorry to say but things don't work out all the time
Well i'm sorry to say if you were angel you would fly

for the bathroom
When they come out eyes looking like a racoon
Gotta get that work down by the Lakeshore
When the clock hits 4 probably gotta order more

Milly running back and forth too fast and i might just skrrrt
Wayed dusty cause I’ve been busting my ass off been putting out work
Flow disgusting ur

love me a little?
Please, hold my hand!
Please, hold my hand!


My skin is so thin
I have to eat and work out
But, wait, I’m gonna throw up

What if I

With everything happening to you
You stressed out sitted in a corner mind confused
But you think that you got it all solved
Drowning in your thoughts

a camel, the llama moans
Hose a broad down out on Cloverlawn
Bag of plantain clips - overlong
Souls roll along, dough for four clover songs
Moreover, I pour

turn out fine

We say some shit we don't mean
When we fight & we argue
When I'm admitting that I'm  wrong
I swear it be hard to
All the shit that I been

shame
I’m free in
Jesus’ name

Can’t live
By what I see
God’s faith
Alive in me
Through Christ’s work
On the tree
Forgiven
And set free

of patterned life by work

Change your mind that the world is hopelessly spoiled
Believe in what life you has given and you’re on the freedom ship
Live now, make

Everywhere i am  
I stand on my Land 

I stand for my land and my ancient values  
I speak my language cause it teach me how to  
Live positive thats what

Whatever life brings 
Into my path
People devoured by Sins of their past.
I sit and I laugh 
I work on my craft 
Heard I was cold now you catching a draft.

grab my hands
 
Went from Sweet Chick to No Fun
Daylight to no sun
Ironic when we work it out 
I tell her don't run
Bronx shit listening to Big Pun
I'm

Burning up the highway, going to and fro
Know I'm gonna make it, I'm never driving slow
I own this highway, so stay out of my way
This is my Daytona

My heart aint calloused
But my hands are
I rest easy when I go hard
My pride aint ever hurt
By some dirty work
I don't want a safety net
Or a handout

I chase money like Morgan missed the bus (Skirt)
It bugs them under pressure I'm ya women crush (ha)
I'm straight out the dirty south covered in dust

Multiple directions keep growing in your brain
Getting back to reality
Just in time to get back to surreality

Bliss can't find you all on it's own
You're

tactics
Lashing out at everyone
Feelings buried by suppression
Bleeding through this self expression
Pills that used to work now leave me
Shouting too much

tall!
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see, I've nothing to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues
Just don't judge me by my shoes

a sign that the timing wasn't right. I'm kept wondering if things could work out. I'm the one who freezes roads. I'm the one who melts the snow. You're

Place For Me

Always you fall to sleep first,
tired from a days work,
A bit depressed,  in a dumps down,
bothered by the things that you can't do

before, a love like yours so young and fine
And now as I try to forget you, it doesn't work out any way
I loved you such a long time ago, but in my eyes

you are
I know I take
Cause that's who I am
But nobody said it was gonna work out

So who is this lover
Who's gonna give me all I need?

And so you cry

Well, we're living in a world where we don't always get things right
Make mistakes, tear it up and we will work on through the night
Never tire