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[blacknoise130]

i tried to make my lines straight.
set my life back on the straight line, but who's
tickin the wall back to the doll you shot for an 8 ball
and whats this corruption i'm seein,
youth running down with addiction,
who are they bein?
then you see 'em all down
low, takin the blows, wake and
go.
i think the human is an emotional bein,
soul perception be nothin but agreein,
what's the use all up in this cosmos?
god up there with his deaf-tone host.
watch out ya angels all suspened up there
in that golden shower air, cuz one day
they'll shoot you down like the fowl
then we'll all hear the growl of
our end of days, make the poor
pay and pay.
see the rich burn like wood
cuz what went out for them,
went out for good.

peace and love.