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Genocides, inflicted a full damnation
Woke up in the creek of a deck
Where nothing's left
But I'm still tryna find what's left
Seeing my brother deceased
Will

lazy
This a warning

I feel like I should be
Telling you about yourself
But I'm a let you handle it
Until you got nobody else
No running to the public

all I can to be a better brother friend and son?
Express yourself is the saying I'd have it no other way 
Fresh twisty spunk is my taste 
Like a splash

good
On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla, mashin'
the enemy goes down for (?) scrilla
To whom it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn" like Militia

project, a brother on the brink
In the ghetto ultimate it's tiger electronics
Sucker faded playing by the book
I'm subatomic baby up to no good
We lean, we

ones act like they cooking brack
But don't want the nitty gritty run when you go and shoot them back
We set out,
Then we go there
Then we sit down
Then

by
A pops that never miss him
So he grows hoping he never
Hears how much he is him
Destined to see a prison
Be another statistic
Making it out the hood

As though a fog has been lifted, cries echo around us
And like his brother before him I feel no remorse
He will lie upon the altar, a well-deserving course

Who Knows When the Sunrise Will Be

Vigilantes of Love

V.O.L.

1996

Sometimes the darkness rolls in 
And it just takes ahold of me
And who knows when the sunrise will be?

See, I feel like Barabbas with his sentence

Eating Paper

David Bazan

Strange Negotiations

2011

By now you probably have noticed and I'm so relieved
To see while you have been leaving me deep
That my younger sisters and brothers have all grown

won't detect my bleed
Black widows have his hood rats burn like Chilly Peppers
Woody wood pecker, I'm for the cream, watching cheddars
The papers change,

and throw you into a bag
I catch you trying to diss, say goodnight
I got my brothers with shooters to their side
Y'all be hating but I am never stopping
Cuz

no more
Shit all i feel is velour
I paralyzed by my freedom
I don’t know what to do
Look in the mirror it’s true
Ain’t nobody got more lemons than you

stood in the rain without being hooded
I feel its no need to have good sense
If it don't make sense
I wonder where the days went
Cause its been gloomy
Its

The River

Cindy Morgan

Postcards

2006

Oh meet me down by the river
Lets dive in like children do
Let our troubles wash to the Father
He'll wash you clean and make you new

Oh my

Sometimes it feels
Like I'm in a world I never thought we'd see
People are struggling
To get by it just ain't right it bothers me
For the greed they

to elevate us
What could have been turned into a memory
Corrupted, conflagrated
No more nights just me and my brothers
Influenced by the voices of others
Like

So just for that I love you 
You disrespect my brothers 
Burn a nigga like I'm usher 
No weight this off the muscle 
So everyday I hustle 
So many

looking at me
Like i'm reason you ain't where you coulda and shoulda been 
Known you acknowledged me, and we had similar plans 
Ain't have shit to show for

in spoken-word visions
Enhancing brother-mother-father-son sibling issues 
Misusing righteous path religions preyed upon in scapegoat missions
Like

I'm trying to send a message 

I don't think that's okay no more 
Feel like I gotta walk out the door
Tell me what are we doing this for I need to know

belong to God yall feel me
Can you hear me
Ima say it again
And speak clearly
I belong to God
I belong to God
Thank you Lord
Thank you Lord
And i just

a bioassay
That's the word of the day
I hope Thumb Thumb's okay
Silent b, by the way
My brother, life comes in waves
Just let the flageolet play
We sometimes

of talking is wavy, I need somebody to save me
I need somebody to tell me they love me every time I'm feeling unsteady
Shit getting hard by the minutes, like