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March 16th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
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Tomorow is the hopefull
peace lies in the palm of our hands
there youthful
there bright
we could fill the dark world
fill it with light
feed the childend who will never eat
take it from those who suffer glutinay
put the shoes on the feet
with the bloody toes
a closet full of shoes
takes it from those
shower the drouts with tears of joy
pray for peace to all our gods
for they make you smile
they halp your odds
hug the crying
shake the poor mans hand
drink your coffee with differn't colors
they are THE only fellow man
As for our sisters
you must drink coffee too
But tell each other your beautiful
cause our jeliousy is crul |
| 60 hit(s) |
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July 8th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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although I twist and turn at night
I'll always vomit to the sound
when off the quite car light goes
and the door is swiftly slamed
through the gate you wisper
unconsered about sound
fire wores up in the city
every where you've been
twausing turning hurting burning
I hate my little sin
but you seem to point it out quit well
the sin is me I can not change
the karma is so heavy here
the tension rises high
the yelling the screaming the back and forth
the door that you will never open
I want to leave I want to cry
but together youll intaragate
my full slate of intention
back and forth between you selve
while I scream at the top of my lungs
you'll throw me down you'll show me how
to shutup when I'm told
than take away all I love
than give it back in a seconde
tawse my feeling around around
and blame me for my mind
while you sit there and you laugh
cause you can make up my life
fill my slate with hell and hurt
and tell me every thing will be just FINE |
| 94 hit(s) |
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June 23rd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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And so it begins.....summer |
| 53 hit(s) |
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June 20th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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seaping through my room
your thoughts carupt me
A misrable banter of hate
that you bring in there
walk it across the floor
fill it to the ceiling
in the crakes on the walls
fill this emty box with tears
use them to feed your soul
you try to hard to break me
drown me with your seeing eyes
but the picture frams hold hate
there a christmas tree of lies
wrape me up with anger
in your box full of tears
send me away, never open me
as I leave to be sent away
the carupt thoughts and misrable banter all goes away
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| 50 hit(s) |
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June 12th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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Every thing you do becomes insolvent
Brimming about
But the finicky broadcast in your mind
Causes you to lose your impulse
While you drift to your celestial high
Delirious on a cloud
Oh don’t they all wish to be with you
Not a single regard to attended
But don’t you itch to be like them
Alive, brisk and ambitious
With not a moment to lose
While your brimming about nothing
Never aspiring to anything at all
The high life’s not so high
When it hits rock bottom all alone
Your cloud seems like a shadow
And your broadcast know make sense
Telling you to move on
And so you do so
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| 41 hit(s) |
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46 |
June 11th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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live the easy life
up in hollywood
do nothing for money
except for look good
no longer for the music
only for the fame
talentless and cheap
rotting in my brain
watching people die
all over on the news
hungry with no clothes
while you count your doller bills
then you try to help
try to give some money
only give one mill
when you have fiftythree
aids are such a problem
but so is your hair
it really is quite sad
three thousand doller underware
theres childern dying
all around
no food
no clothes
no life
it boils down to one small thing
but no one has the time
if your money is so frivolious
spent on only your looks
maybe spend your un earned money
on childern with no books |
| 47 hit(s) |
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June 2nd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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ain't got a care in the world
only got 50 bucks
a few good friends
to have fun with
one cigerette
and a hand full a mush
waiting in my pocket
Not to mension the weather
whos to complain
not I |
| 80 hit(s) |
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May 31st, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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you can't curl my hair
your not my mother
any more
its never fair
when your parents
are all whores
don't say you love me
and then yell right in my face
call me just what I am
a misrible mistake
and where is daddy know
that every ones far gone
married to hoe
and beats on her childern
i guess I wasn't good enough
didn't want black and blue skin
i guess you like it
when feel more a sin
your little girl
all fucked up know
cocaine and some gin
walked her into church on suday
know she just sleeps in
maybe shed be happy if mother
would let her free
but her happy world
could never happen
shes a memorie
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| 66 hit(s) |
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May 28th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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I saw you
reflect me
through a pain of glass
in a city
full of
people who wish to reflect you
through glass shattered pain
a walk through the shards
could cut open your mind
or scar you shut
but at the end
you can run wild
out side the cities bubble
you can peer through but
you can't go back
the process
which can not be reversed
your held the way you stay
by the hands of the ones
who love you
but never feel the satisfaction
of touch
for they are only in your mind
and as you watch through
the glass bubble
there they are
on the other side
living and loving
but your roots are in the ground
unmoveible to any touch
so you watch the world change and grow
while you stay the same
cause you walked the shards of
glass |
| 104 hit(s) |
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peace
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May 22nd, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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Baggers must not chose
but those who chose must beg
All we do is stuff our mouths
full of food
we don't hunger for
We stuff our souls
full of pain
we've never felt befor
We stuff our heart
full of those
we have broken apart
We stuff our minds
full of knowlage
that we will never use
And all this time
there are people
that need our "stuff"
baggers must not chose
but those who chose must beg! |
| 72 hit(s) |
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peace
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May 19th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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beutiful your smile
like sunset sky.
a forest of daisies
for every tear you cry.
peace will come togther
in a dream not far way,
past the trons
apon your rose bed,
lays the heart of a
child lost in your head.
find him in the
pettles of your mind
ease you pain and
say good bye.
strange is the mind
that becons in your head
oh so lovey... |
| 92 hit(s) |
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peace
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May 16th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
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born in a differnt sky
from the class around me
put into their world
filled with small blasfamie
confused by the lives they lead
under their fathers wing
but his was cut off by cokecaine
blow me off in to the wind
theres a war in my mind
no matter what I'll win
each side of me already loves it
already adictied to the sin
held together by my own fucking lies
torn to peices by everyone eles
and scattered in all the minds
of friends who come and gone
I'm satisfyed |
| 105 hit(s) |
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