into this dead microphone for myself and no one else. I breathe into this bag of bones because it's etched into my soul. I scream into this dead microphone
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She said, "Your eyes are everything." But I'm the best liar you've ever seen. We are the anti-passion. You're thirty miles away. We are the anti-passion
You got a piece of me. I know it ain't ever coming back. You got a piece of me; it shows that when I play with matches, I always get burned. And when
He said, "I'm sorry for a sad farewell." My heart is weak; it sways between the cynical and proud. I have to turn my back on you and all of this. This
. (And growing old is dying slow.) Not every cowboy rides on into the sun. Some of them stay home and die young. So....Leave me, my love, as the dead
I bite my nails until they bleed. I close my eyes, I disappear. She was my heroin; she was my love and hate. She was perfection in a pill that takes me
frightened, frigid hands and all our long forgotten plans. Clocks lie; we have no time and all. I won't deny you again, my friend. I was the one who
I used to befriend ghosts like you but time has betrayed us both. These campfire secrets are over dead men's bones with graveyard hopes of seeing home
the flock Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one Giacanna G Rap, that live one
you find us in whips Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms Malice and Dome Sheist, y'all niggaz is flesh wounds
haywire over a dice game Two black males were shot in their buttocks Leaving one critically wounded Two others were pronounced dead on the crime scene At a nearby hospital, three
ass cops What we have here the chief embraces In his hands he pulls out two briefcases A picture popped up on computer One woman, one man, sharpshooter
you into these raving madmen? Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
California Where five black men were found dead at the water front From various gunshot wounds This brings the homicide rate in the state of California To one
man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been The champion of the world Three
, if you don't get it right this time Tough shit, tough shit, everybody ready Tell me when, say when your rolling here A one, a two, a one, two, three
