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Jul 26, 2010 09:48

Sampling of  lyrics for a funk song in progress (think Peter Gabriel)

They think they all know
Who I am
I'm formulated
To definition.

I'm a mixtape
Of old and new
A hurricane of
Who I am and what they tell me to do.

(Bridge)
I don't wanna stay
Don't wanna go
In this inferno

(Chorus)
Purgatory
Ain't Heaven, ain't Hell
But where you're going
You never can tell.
It's hot, it's cod and
It's either flames or it's gold.
All depends on
How much they bribe to my soul.

lryics, poetry

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