. Caught a foul ball but left my wallet on the seat. Caught a cab home but left without paying, so I caught a beating. The day's a wash, now repeat. You
Give me a call when your marriage dissolves. Dial my phone when the family stalls. Reach out for me when you've nothing at all. I'll be reaching right
your life, man, that shit comes right back and it bites you. My tenth grade teacher told me, "Only pick the fights you know you can win." A coward heart
a wintry mix. And here's the twist: I torched your coat. Grandpa died on far-off frontlines, But that's not the end for me. I much prefer warmth and
you wonder what men want? Well, here's a heads-up: Everything and then some. And more. And more. I'll take what I can before they slap the cuffs on. A
forget. And then. My consistent request, to those who might save me from this. Both feet in quickrete. Both drums rupture. Both lungs burst, from what you put me
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farm a garrote. Now here's how you solve them: Put your knee in my back, let your hands do the sawing. What I wouldn't give for a billion smaller problems
you'd address me, well you did. I've rarely seen such creed. It's a nest full of a million mouths who are always ready to feed Oh, you treasure the
for him. Unsolicited opinion: I don't like the men you're with. A reoccurring idea: White sands with no end; a sunny day with no wind. You firmly planted
once you're blinded by the flashing lights a blessing in disguise every time you stop to think you waste another precious moment and every time you draw another breath you
are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts. Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at, I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar With me head inise a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor Mother pack me bags because
every crisis that made me cry Is either half-dead?or half-alive Every tiny wrinkle on my face Is a road map to another place A battle scar, a fallen
you savages stake me, when I start erasin homosapiens You lookin for an angel with wings I'm 'a bring young niggas with a ak, fuck a alien [Ras Kass
, into these straight at the narrow gate, but why that's a road to destruction and hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years short
in the place except you and me So set 'em up, Joe Got a little story, I think you should know We're drinkin', my friend To the end of a sweet episode
me) How unlikely I found someone to soothe my psyke so write me cuz you make me wanna pull a nike words on the tip of my tongue and it might be urge