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Baby faced Nelson sought and piled
Pretty Boy floyd,  Tommy gun and run
Munro Martin Luther,  hush hush.

With the shadow of J.Edgar Hoover
FBI and G-men

Midnight
& autumn leaves are turning brown
Night light
I look to find you not around
& the wind blows
Scorn into the face of fools who
Break

Walk through the ruins
Of your fallen palace
Enjoy the hush
Of abandoned rooms

Protected by an army of soldiers deceased
The crowd celebrates you

Calm your bones
Fade away
Into me
Make or break
All alone
You and me
It's a curse
You will see

Come my dear
Take my hand
Hush your mouth
Not a sound

Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is fine
Oh your Daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So hush little baby,

to
Put an end to their game but not by their rules

The way they scorn you
Thread of evidence points directly to you
So wear it proudly like a tatoo

You

It was late one fall night at a fairground near town
When Esther first saw the Armenian man
Who groveled toward her and stood by her side
With

millions will bewail
In the ruins of a dream
We watch the beast prevail
All those voices silenced
By a jester wearing the crown
Sing in defiance
In the ashes

Aeons of Nihil
A spectre is formed from the depths of the mind
The black mist expels, the pits of spite and scorn
Hellish in appearance, exalted in

from home
Tribulation and scorn
Within me
Vivid dreams of the cryptic red Nile
Lurking fear of the menacing sands
Guided only by the hand of faith
Oh God

Onward mortals to death
Spikes shields and burning flesh
Serpent eye watches cold in shadows
Death is a releif granted by the gods
Do you wanna die?

Hush my love, I'm here for you, I stand by your side
What you get is clean and true, Embracing you with arms so wide
Won't you hear, my loving words,

Baited by a touch, losing myself
Breathless from the rush of your hollow lust
Incubus in disguise always feeding me lies
Gassed up in your light, I ignored

I'm a Bad

Redman

5 Classic Albums [Only @ Best Buy]

2014

I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is

Brother John

Blues Traveler

Four

1994

John

Can't you see by the will of your hand
You can give it a try and just name your price
And everybody in this rock & roll band
Don't want

ahead for me
That will free me from my hideaway
Oh long, I've been kept in a cage of scorn
Hold on to the light that was gone
Exposed to the rhythm of day

within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O tidings

the ritual, the eternal rites
A cracked skull adorned by a crown of thorns
Wailing souls drift in this hall of scorn
Embracing the void the abyss wrought in

Standing on the verge of the abyss
A scorched earth beneath
Thoughts of reminisce

Standing in a world slowly dismissed
Teared up by conflict
Empty

Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby,

And, all the while 
The wisdom that grants discernment 
Is crying aloud, she is never silent

There she stands
By the public way
Where the roads meet

My Rose
By Ashley Raines.
 Grass Strand Music, S.E.S.A.C.

My rose
Has withered in the cold
She stands there like a stone
My rose
She's withered in

and I, we are blinded by,
Hatred flowing from years of denial
As we cry, forever asking why,
The blind is following others in vain

Scorn these

kicking on her cervix
Twitching 'cause I'm nervous, though my intended purpose
Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain
But to take on a name, my