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There was a time not too long ago
When the earth grew wild and the rivers freely flowed
One by one the colors came
Known by their shade, not by their

and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,

Ink follows me the places I walk
Getting pages for breaking the law
Slap on the wrist go to court
Hope you never get caught
Forget everything you’re

Stuck in traffic goin' 80 in my head
All this road rage culminates to feeling blank instead
I have a son at home waitin'
A wife who hones the craft

free it not keep it caged
This blank page makes atheists believe in faith
It makes me seem peaceful when i'm filled with rage
To live to die to breath

Dear black boy I thought I would inform you 
That Webster defines black as dirty, spoiled
Absent of light, very sad, gloomy, marked by the occurrence

Son of the New South

Travis Tritt

Rockin' Country [Warner Brothers]

1991

hillbilly, I've been called a redneck too
But I ain't backwards, dumb or poor, I'm just red, white and blue

Son of the New South, step-child to Uncle Sam

for their egos. I just wanna scratch at my desk in my basement. Not scared of the dark, but I'm afraid of blank pages. Light up. With compassion as your

My vocabulary
When talking bout a truth
That brings a sword  dividing family members by belief
In Jesus Christ
The son of God really is Returning soon

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

ha)

I'm a superhero without the mask yeah

Sent by The Super Hero better known as my Dad

Jesus

The Almighty God

The One better yet The Son who hung

what elated me
An open book with blank pages to fill me in
Blind sighted to signs of obstacles to still be friends
What reeled me in, we relate to each

what I'm about to say with out a doubt or delay you better get out the way.

Verse 2

Came from a family third son sixth child plagued by insanity cursed

need
As for those left, you won't even remember me
Chorus: [Grown-up man]
An empty diary?
Suspected blank page
Try hard to recall
All is a blurry anarchy

fill up your tank
Gone light up the gas and just drive to the bank
If the laws wanna stop us I'm drawing a blank
That ain't weed that he smelling I

and smoke behind it
A gent in a library, or who at least maintained one in his place of residence
Pictured itself on the blank 8 1/2" x 11" sheet pinned

These days I just been sitting stuck looking at a blank page
So many thoughts upon my membrane
Swimming and swerving
Might be enough for strange

on a vacation
While filling in blank pages
Im on my analyst kinda mood
But keep a solid move
While a lot of bouls is false
Like a non de plume
Acknowledge
I'm

Nom de Plume

Calexico

Garden Ruin

2006

spilling on the page
Makes a little note, falls to sleep.

November's coat with black lapels
Dressed in a snow white shirt, ready for the grave
Prepares

Dance, bitch, I took it personal
Nah, never judge a book by the cover page
You glitter in gold, but owe, cause you still a slave
I've been the same, but

Poisonous attack cancer black lung
Nigga with forked tongue is lynch hung
Insufficient funds bounce a check tight
Sure to a blank strike individual

what
You would call her
And her father died for Allah
And she took her shahadah 
By product lifting her god up 
Her sister was Beanie
And my brother was

crack and break this con act
Like a contract right on contact
And I looked up guys up in the White Pages
Only to to realize and find out
That my rhyming

Blank. Period. Are you fighting when we've had enough

I'm sick to death of you Harvey dent fucks, the system built against us, best believe I knuckle up
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