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Why
Oh why
Mr Sandman
Why did you betray us?
Why
Oh why
Mr Sandman
Your dreams don't replace trust

Look
I gotta blank word doc and a self-help book

sick
That's some narcissistic talk

Kids kept in cages
Audit their wages
It's on the front page
Quarreling ponies shoot Dilaudid
Shout out to the deaf

Amerikkka's Most Wanted

Ice Cube

Tight Azz Mixes

1998

get them things put on ya son 
Ice Cube has got the 4-1-1 
All the ol' school house fellows are crooks 
So I get jealous looks 
They keep thinkin'

The Stephen Hawking

Say Anything

Anarchy, My Dear

resurrections.
You’re father was a lover and he left you there;
Need of their attention.
You’ll fill this blank page with the brightest shame;
The death of all

the words
My head's a book with pages which are blank or misplaced
Or simply stolen by your unsuspected grace
I'm confused in this place
I must have lost

pants saggin', fuckin' ya goose
I'm like nothin' to you
dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog'
jump in the Isuzu and cruise
blank tints,

become blind to it all 
Seeing white when it’s clearly black
Seeing fulfilling dreams when 
The nights are clearly blank 
Clearing our debts with zero in

meet
Missing you doesn't help fill my blank page
I'll learn i love you in every language
Please never give me a last dance
You and i will never need

Memory in mind is a terrible thing to waste...

cs blank as the pages inside the book I write, my dreams fade in on transition from color bleeding

finished
Turn the block to holy ground, the choppas'll hold me down (hold me down)
Big boats, all white like Bobby Brown (grr)
Thick smoke, they smell it

October
Used to think November
Was all scarred by him

But you flipped the pages around
Using the blank sides now
Wrote us a chapter and we begin

You make

Killshot

Eminem

Killshot

2018

Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, dad isn't mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable

Hi my name is Yossel
Let me tell you about my town
Its filled with all these posters
Not a blank wall to be found
Its a really quiet village
At least

People places
Some things are basic
Some facts
We just may have to face it
Sometimes
Just want to turn the pages
People places
Some things are basic

Dreams

Game

The Documentary

2005

Unsigned Hype
'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page
Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage
I thought I saw Eazy

the hand and fed my head the most ridiculous dreams
Blank pages bearing no end in sight that I could see
Dhulaigh to Sankt Ingbert. Experiment. Both sheep

Hold out hope that my luck might change
Hold out hope for a white blank page
Hold my hands and escape this unfulfilling rage

Though we may not find

masquerade
We were unmasked by the moonlight and I didn't even hesitate
Chose the purest of souls, drenched in wedding white
Selfishly stole it for my devilish

people at now
Its a one sided blank stare at ya
They see black they see white
But they don't see the grey area
I was once blinded by the glare from ya
So

shit
You lying, you lying
Shit was real son
Stop lying man
Cream Team walked in
We started doing it
Wild man
Feel me?
So what happened, let me

Here again, sketching out on the page
drawin' someone else's vision for a minimum wage
I thought that I was flying high and living out the dream
but

A blank ol' page in the night
The revolutions of the people
Very rare like the might

To all my people that see
The truth is all that you need
A master plan

There's your mother dressed white
With your father by her side
55 years, no shortage of tears
Still they cherish every night

When my father told me

at the gate tomorrow is his birthday
one more day and he gets older 
Fourteen is his age he holds a book with blank pages
got no bills nothing to pay 
life’s