Look look what you've done. Not to become your Father's Son. Before that day, day, day is done. You'll get your day, day, day in the sun. . In this time we've got here.
200,000 in counterfeit 50 dollar bills. 200,000 in counterfeit 50 dollar bills. . One day he's a Greek. One day he's Italian. He's 42 years old. He's George from Baltimore.
Wanted by the minister. Wanted by the dean. Wanted by the old folks. Wanted by the teens. Wanted by the dealers. Wanted by the fiends. Wanted by the girls in them tight, tight jeans.
One click and time stood still. One bright flash accompanied the will. The will to freeze the moment (in time). The thread through all our lives. Evidence for years to come.
Lifeless in a matching frame with a smile for all to see. The remembrance of those better days is like yesterday to me. Hold that thought and re-live the day.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up !!!. . I never made my understanding a triumph over you. ( I never did, I'll never do ). All these things you're blaming me of..I bet you knew.
The frail threads of perception connect to no certainty.. There's no magnetism toward the truth,. just you and me floating in our minds, in our galaxy,.
A moment to pause and rest my oversized,. overpriced head.. I'm gazing at the edges of our geometric nests. against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear..
This is meaningless.. A life into a metaphor seems pressed in one direction,. one dimension of conflicting forms.. Start to abstract from this fluctuation static forms,.
We've opened up the book in your cells to find your soul. and define your reason.. In your chromosomes we see you naked. without the fairy tales that feel like home,.
Just a few facts that I thought you should know.... Life increases your chances of dying,. so why are you trying at all?. On a walk in the summer sun you're more likely to be in a homocide,.
I'll save a hole for you to crawl into when you wake up to see,. this great deceit you bought into.. Your face will melt, and soon you'll be consumed..
Marijuana cigarettes are called "Joints".. One that has been partially smoked is called a "roach".. Note this burned hotspot in the paper.. Unrefined marijuana, called "unmanicured", often contains seeds..
One thing should be coming across as abundantly clear:. there's more than one valid way to live.. But you clutch to your absolutes, preaching with confidence,.
This choke hold is driving me away from your world.. Far from complying, I'm so drenched in spite,. I'd chew off my own feet before stepping in line..
One man, alive.. If I may assert so much, I feel open wide,. heartbeats like echoes of this pulsing life,. radiating warmth through me and quieting my mind..
A plastic bag of revelations.. Count my patience in grams.. Never "I am" just "was".. Now sleeping. Words are useless.. Brains are truthless and love to waste time,.
I want to make myself complete. I want to hold it in my arms. I want this blow to scar your eyes. I want this pain to go away. I want to shake this thinking here.
She's a slip of a girl to be out of school. She's a product of apartheid. She won her spurs under minority rule. She's a product of apartheid. Afrikaners run the best.