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Black-Throated Wind [Live]

Grateful Dead

Steppin' Out with the Grateful Dead: England '72

2002

Bringing me down, I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by, the buses and semis
Plunging like stones from

187 on a Hook

Brotha Lynch Hung

Blocc Movement

2001

Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi

who are we
We are the Father's sun
There's no end since it all has begun
I don't know where you going
I don't care where you from
Like QS it's about

fears, an engineer and the logarithms
Took a bite from Adam's apple, had to grab the throat
And now my knowledge ending the fear, by logging these rhythms

them
& idk, idk
Where the hell I wanna go
But with you, but with you
I just know I wanna go

We can hop into my ride, driving down the southside
Ir we

Distant memory of who i want to be
I am lost with in these files and paragraphs that hold what i'll become
Where do we go from here?
I think i

me alive

Lemme get far as fuck away from these niggas
Fuck away from these hoes
Where I'm at now its fuck music I don't wanna rap
I don't wanna

Away from home
Away from home yea
Now we gotta go
Gotta go somewhere 
Cause I love my friends
But not my foes yea

When I got cut off
Thought that made

the choice to go cheat on me with this bitch boy
But buddy just know that pussy I already destroyed
So you can have it now, it's yours, sit back and enjoy

and
This is where he grew the food that he could
And smoked magical bushes
From hollowed redwoods
He bathed in the lakes and
Slept out under stars kept

spend my days thinking where we went wrong
You broke my heart, you broke all of me
(All of me)
I'm stuck trying to figure out where we go now
Don't hit my

soul
We settle by the lake
A quiet, peaceful place
And you start singing
Where do we go from here?
The answer is never clear
But that's the joy in our

Poetry by Dead Men

Sara Bareilles

Amidst the Chaos

2019

me poetry by dead men

Line after line, the words just left to remind
The two of us, oh, what we could have been
Poetry by dead men
Fire from

by ya in a foreign whip, on the throttle wit a model bony bitch
Paraphony tips, her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit
Well here we go so

and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the block with **** to standin' on the top

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do

sayin'
Girl, get help Why you point the finger when you know I was
Down to ride Always by your side, now you gotta
Now you gotta watch me from the side I'm

they waiting watching
Where Yung Boog finna go?
Wild Yung Boog on the run, he's making his approach
They know they should probably keep quiet
Do the dash

Hey can you say what we're going to
Do you know what we are headed to
Seen a bit too far into the future, did you now?
Tormented by all the things in

Instinct

Strike Anywhere

Dead FM

2006

grown-ups' eyes
The rage that takes
The whole room
By surprise
This vicious trap
The male cultural disguise
Is the one we fight against

We Go, We Go, We Go

This is how we do that
Now she got heartbroken 
But I can't let u go
Feel like falling 
Yeah, girl I
Don't know where to go
Say if you alright
Don't

Hustle, Hustle, now all we do is Hustle
Whole team doing numbers, grinding hard all summer

It's about to get dirty, shake it like a rug
I'm from Baton

and can't take it no mo
Man all I know is loyalty I'm living by the oath
You should see it by now I'm the realest nigga you know
Man I can't do no wrong I'm

stay away from you

I started to feel so lonely
Waited for you to phone me
Just as you always used to do
And sitting by the phone, I knew, Dear

to the fucking thunder-dome
I don't even care I'm by myself
They wanna go to war but that don't help
So you better go think of something else
I'm from a fucking