I never met a forward playmate I didn't trust. Feel ire each time I reach toward hidden lust. Even in a minaret or a kill floor, it's sure a must to keep your head up. That hostage ostrich bit the dust. I never metaphor wordplay mate I didn't trust. Feel ire each time I reach toward hidden lust. Even in a mina, rhetorical flourish, sure a must to keep your head up. That hostage ostrich bit the dust. Division of people. Division of words.
The inner tyranny (tear-innie) you didn't even know was there, you thought you’d won over. And yet always comes despair (this pair). When confronted, why begin to split? Models taught us bottle up and allies (analyze) ain’t into it (intuit). Swing for the fences (defences). You think this in't too great (disintegrate). This solves (dissolves) nothing to forcibly mate (sublimate).
I never met a forward playmate I didn't trust. Feel ire each time i reach toward hidden lust. Even in a minaret or a kill floor, it's sure a must to keep your head up. That hostage ostrich bit the dust. Who told you to think? I scrolled through a link that didn't hold true. Old's new in a blink. The global elite wrote a receipt for total complete hiring freeze on all dudes who refuse to die on their knees. I'm ill as the '94 crime bill but time will tell more than any rhyme skill. (((he's ill))) I'm triple o.g. like ogogog. Gog Magog, it's dog eat dog. I'm in a twelve gallon hat with a ten inch brim, bowl of bi bim bop while Boom Bip spins Bim Skala Bim. I’d rather look life right in the eyepatch than piss my pants pocket and mess my last dry match. A round of applause for anyone who found a nazi, gave him a pound in the jaws.
Art is the answer, the be-all-end-all. Art saves, starts waves while Ken dolls free fall. Art. Art and only arts
give solace to all this chaos and lonely hearts. (((kill loneliness))) Bad things can surface (cancer) when I hide from help. And when my brother dies, I'm beside myself.
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Hella Personal, regardless of your experience, there are a multitude of tracks that speaks both generally and specifically to the human experience.
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