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And as the teardrops from the sky falls to the ground
She fell too, thinkin' no one is around
The space was filled with nothing but the sound
Of her silent sob in

When they've sold him out
Sascha, he told me he needed me
Otherwise we'd both agree
All the times I thought I'd leave
But your son sobs apologies
Nate,

a child hides away and cries

Enabled thoughts, are they real or not?
A story sold but never gone cold
The cited truth, malleable youth
Although I know

Now for some stories
Violence is up by forty seven percent

I leave the building out the back door
Mac four to your backbone
You lie on the pavement

the sawed off, ain't no need for interruption
Going raw dawg S.O.B., but that's what come with
Making hearts throb at full speed gon mash the button
Til them

This is the story of My Captivity By Savages, or,
How I Learned To Fight.
By Eliza Elizabeth Cooke, age thirteen,
written in my own hand on this,

a riddle
I'm caught in the middle
Caught in the middle

Sweet little Daisy Lynn was my bestest friend
If I told her once it was once times ten
That S.O.B

King of What

The Revivalists

Men Amongst Mountains

2015

the fight?
If every man's a king
A King of what?
They say every man's a king
A king of what?

I can hear you on the other line tell stories from another

King of What

The Revivalists

Men Amongst Mountains

2015

the fight?
If every man's a king
A King of what?
They say every man's a king
A king of what?

I can hear you on the other line tell stories from another

You Never Know

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2

2003

honey's only response, was a face full of tears
She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight
I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left

A Name in This Town

Josh Thompson

Way Out Here

2010

of back slappin'
When I walk through that door
Hear the same old stories
That keep gettin' bigger than they were before
I packed my things and hitched

I’ve got a head full of poison and heart full of sin
This bottle ya, it holds my hand and it sobs with me like a friend
This night I’m going

el gato

Whatsapp lotado de mina,
Eu no stories tomando Champanhe
Iphone só ta com as paty
E no seu só tem a mamãe

Carro na garagem se eu to na street

between a priest and a pimp
Coolin' with my Texas shorty
She like Fel you gettin' hella gaudy
Stop flexin' maybe tell a story a good one
I think they're