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and the San Fernando Valley,
Blowin’ on some Kush while I hang with Jack and Sally,
If you up in Disneyland how the fuck can’t you be happy?
The Lakers got them

In the night there I was lost and left defenseless
Tangled up in fear and held by past offenses
I was a runner going nowhere on my own
Just

Why did the love of my life have to die 
I'll do anything
Just to have her by my side again 
My heart is torn like parchment
Ripped to pieces
When

That is why I hold my head up high
I’ll pay the price for who I am
So don’t judge me by what you think you see
I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I’m a man

loneliness is better than pain
And you sink deeper in your valley

Is this the place to be in your memory?

No, I never wanna lose you in the forest

Down by the Seaside where it happens that he falls
He calls me up and tells about these lies
I wanna hold him but I don't know where to go with all

on racks by the sound)
We sent the men out for more
You saw my sister in her finery
Wasn't long before you came knocking on our door.

Father gone mother shy

on repeat, passing all I’d ever known (Can’t go back to)
To North End nights and bright shorelines pulled by the tides
We said goodbye to Bellevue drives,

through the stains
from beatings
playing these razor keys
to instrumental horror
the cities of living people,
the valleys of the dead
songs sung by

The Lesson of Love

The Dream Academy

Remembrance Days

1987

of the book
If I find time to read them just to take a second look

You can fall down, you can fall for the line
You can feel it, baby give me one more time

wanna shoot and we'll go there for you
I'm from the lower valley bitch please don't get it twisted
Put your phone down pay attention and listen
Your

Cold Missouri Waters

Cry Cry Cry

Cry Cry Cry

1998

our backs to the river
       
We'd have it licked by morning even if we took it slow
   
But the fire crowned jumped the valley just ahead

sharper
To awaken the echoes of his dear native land

How I long for to muse on the days of my boyhood
Though four score and three years 
Have fled by since

looking like Atlantis.
It's like they really trying to wipe us off the planet or maybe the plan is to dump more black bodies in the Atlantic
Man, I can't

a lighter for my sins bro
Need providing for my kinfolk one day I'll return the love my friends show
What's been on your mind
More bullshit
That I ever know

From the heights of ecstasy to the valley of despair
I thought I'd had it all, taking more than my fair share
But all that I'd been seeing was less

before
cnd I might find Spokane line by early Sunday morn'
Tuck away in corner stage tell my stories to
c crowd that ain't there for me, but I don't have

Where do you go
Ain't even over the edge
Still I'm dramatic
Letting my hard times flow
Talent
Fill up the valley
Call it a waste
More liquor in the fifth

got my wrist numb
The valley where we came from

Just call me mr big stuff
I never gave a big fuck

In GM's with my thang tucked
Sipping on green

It's been raining down in this valley for far too long
The water is rising and soon this will all be gone
My mother taught me how to swim, when i was

of the previous solar cycle
No need to recycle old ideas
Old ways
And old days
New thought can turn a zero into one
Followed by zeros
Who become the one
The primary

There's a rare few Buttians actually crafted by Crested
So lately I feel like a martian when I step out in public
I won't let that be wasted, we're so

I Need an Eighth

Miami

Collection of Dope

3.5 of indo

'Cause heads turn and bitches scream
When my man he pulled out that sticky green
It was sticky gooey residuey
One more time for my

mine"
Yet not I, but through Christ in me

The night is dark but I am not forsaken
For by my side, the Saviour He will stay
I labor on in weakness