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i carry my heart in a name-brand box with a handle |
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a suitcase, briefwould be an over-exaggeration |
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many vandals have ravaged and torn at the toughest of my armored skin |
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eventually, i'll be able to tear back the masses |
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stomach to walls of hurt within, smiling deadly slant-toothed grins |
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with so much tactic, it's the saddest of sights, i confess |
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but the loss of a tongue would be the end of all destruction |
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and all countless empathetic waverings |
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sung timidly, but in the end, it's my doubt, yes |
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that overshadows my victory and a war against all the fears |
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that i've already conquered, i sit defeated and cry |
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wondering why they're here and who took them from the cell? |
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and who has the key? i see it pressed deep in the palms of greed |
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chuckling at my misfortune, murder creek |
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is the place to go and drink, the scene is set, dig deep |
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grip mud on the banks and drain your emotions until you weep. |
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hook: |
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on the banks of murder creek where it hurts hearts to speak |
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i wonder if it's worth all the nights i've lost sleep |
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still at peace with the breeze that the globe's been given |
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we'll dredge murder creek to keep this life worth living. |
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(repeat) |
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[sintax] |
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it's the terrific and i'm picking up plastic from the highway |
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if you love to litter, wave your can and sling it sideways |
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got some styrofoam? burn it in your driveway! |
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join me felling forests on every other friday |
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my way of living is beginning to get me torn |
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i was born for mass consumption plus i love to global warm |
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when i perform i form a coastal storm |
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even the greenhouse affected, my breath is above the norm |
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cursed mother earth to scorn and treaded upon her beauty |
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looked creation in her eyes and refused to let her move me |
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i made a movie just to mock the many who really care |
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brought kerosene to earth day and i burned the forest bare |
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then blare my boombox just to noise pollute the air |
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knee deep in murder creek where the river runs red |
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head on river bled but i was fed by blackbird |
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now the whispers in the wind tend to blow backwards |
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and the grass turns brown and the trees don't grow |
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and the sky hits the ground and the river runs low |
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there's more to this life than getting what you want |
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but we've got mother nature bound in the trunk |
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what's known of god is manifest in his creation |
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defacing the earth is disrespecting his reputation |
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man is without excuse when the message is so blatant |
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defacing the earth is disrespecting his reputation. |
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[sev statik] |
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my thoughts recycle themselves before i spit my flow |
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i bring light to a planet to fill up these black holes |
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wack flows get thrown out the session, blessings are real |
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i speak life; my mic held high, never concealed |
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but out the mouths of men, death is heavily manifested |
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consequences echo blind through the vision of mankind |
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it's the image of self made tangible in these last days |
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palms disconnected, infected with man-praise |
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dead words with flesh erode out the alphabet |
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before meaning is found, ya'll making that sound |
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take back those things you never meant, said in vain |
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hate comes in triplets, so i'll hold 3 scopes and take aim |
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murder in the name of god, venom is now spit |
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i can't listen to most rappers, cuz they ain't saying nothing |
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so i sit and wait for my labklik tape |
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soon to be on cd, press play and rotate. |
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