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Shoobees
03:59
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You and I collide as we dance lucid into the night, Laced in acids.
Sipping on India’s famous ales
You pale as a Carolina winter allows
Me sober as several carafes of blood red wine
Oh There goes my spine
On the card I’ll never pay back
In a town I may never ever see again
At least the cost is low and the juice is worth the squeeze
And somebody’s gotta pay these people
If you could even call them that
I’m just a prize pony escaping through this sea of lost souls
Looking for gold in a city starved for attention
Attention, attention please.
Excuse me did your people build this place?
Was your father a glass maker?
Why the fuck are you standing in my way?
On the way to freedom, but got slipped this old ball and chain.
Bet the criminals never ever feel this way.
A product of privilege and freedom of spirit.
But For the gold bars I’ll always have to wait.
Till my granddaddy passes and antifa goes away.
And I’ll pray away the gay if the preacher says it’s ok.
And I’ll kiss the ring so long as none of my friends have to see.
See it’s all just a game of who can be the most oppressed.
We all know who pays the prices and who produces the spices.
It’s a trap that I hate to see us all so caught in.
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2. |
John Hollaway
04:39
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Spit iller than covid 19-89
Committing revolutionary suicide
Who am I?
But another mother fucker
Chasing racists down a rabbit hole
Grabbing bowls
While i spark up another
It’s the revenge of the sith
I’m sick of it
Ready to hit these fucking streets and grab some wigs to split
Kkk, facsist USA
Two birds, throwing all the same stones, my way
This my home too
I’m never leaving it
Always grieving it
Sleepless grit
While I’m speaking it
Speaking shit
Cuz this machine, kills fascists
living in a plastic nation
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ADDY DADDY
03:45
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Massive Aggresive
04:40
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I been a mess.
Trapped in the times.
Game being lifted.
Weight of the World on my hands.
Killing it.
Willing to wage a war with my own damn self.
Is it the reward or the way that I thought it would felt.
feeling, Kinda blistered and bolstered.
If I had a gun I might just take it out it’s holster.
And Blast.
Back to the future.
Back to the nooses.
Might right a few wrongs.
Get lifted, rewrite bible psalms.
Might erase all the world wars from history.
And kill hitler with my bare black hands.
Face it..... bad things come to those who been sleeping.
Riding with their demons.
Is it you that does the steering?
I been around a minute
Seen a few things
Broke a few plans
Kissed an almost death goodbye.
Fell out of gods hands.
Now I still be feeling the spirit up inside.
But this god dont seek Justice just by killing us just for spite.
Self righteous.
Tryna move forward
But I’ll be blinded by the light.
But I’m blinded by the light.
I been a mess.
Trapped in the times.
Game being lifted.
Weight of the World on my hands.
No I dont think that I
wanna be you
Don’t wanna be who
You think you want me to
Not to keen on being passive aggressive
I’m massive aggressive
I’m passing a message
Of love
And sometimes hate
And sometimes angst
But always bare and naked
Bones and chromosomes, The make is
Modeled after bad gods and righteous demons
A Son of a bitch & some soldiers & heathens
Preaching or otherwise speaking
To the likes of lovers, liars, and leavers in the night.
I never wanted this life
But I’mma make it
And if I don’t have it now
Shit
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