to your expensive taste ever calls and take the buttons done with wisdom begun from pain in the gut when you mentally air in the head are special gift card put together the pain and write a book with Joyce Phelps messed with paint tears dripping right in the story a little from a lot to tell you the story about a life of bio of how my life is ain't what I thought it would be but would it be without family in the beginning it would be absolutely living in hell point blank. no holds no well no 15 points for wishing and wishing well just trying to live not reaching out casting just humbly life to last with family no more caskets with empty shells from them same get set motherfuckers want to blasting at cool run around young thinking they know what they doing but really motherfuckers around here killing my own life but yet stay in your life today acting done making them decisions like went from walk to run to not living talk in the swallows from the devil from the bottle that the devil the devil don't up down put on the throttle in the mail up in person take that nail on person and stuff them in detergent and motherfucking gasoline and then burn them in his own fires that he was delivering heat and deliver the heat from a cold winter time with the lyrics I speak on the moon realistic rhyme under the Stars followed by moonlight and natural that sun came back from the sun came breaking back making records everyday all day all night just to make my way not to the big light to be solidified to be known to be respected and not acting crazy and bring testing because I have a gift from now I want to share it with those who want to hear it instead of not read it cuz you can't see when you hearing me when you're hearing you can't see cuz every now and again when you go to sleep oh realistic night on the White horse still live with some dreams call it I'm a gladiator from the man of the clouds above from the Holy Spirit Holy Spirit and mess would deliver a complete determination of the evil complex of all Nations by messages by these delivering septiminal but directly the little evil can't test be no demons because when they deadly stronger cuz we're alive and stand up strong with so feel comfortable never know reminiscinoma detectable that will not hold except for no who let the grip and go from now the snow when the time change no heat when I'm asleep I know only let me throw it away like the garbage can do so good with my lyrics for Tuesday from Mr darling or is it darling plural from the garden what I got something for you Mr darling darling I can rip the flowers and you moving from your garden and you take your gardens and you're moving from turf take the dirt lay down rock and turn your knot into got to run with no boots no shoes no straps no lace flat foot on the concrete cut through you scared his fucking running through the trenches not giving up cuz you don't want to throw up from my lyricist do you got would it take to swallow the sorrow and the real talk from my rhythm that I read the mind and text and less than 5 minutes to blow like the night and let go like 20 * 20 songs grow for free I'm going to take the break and write a thousand and drop them all on one leash in one week and blow a mother fucker's car from the seat in the seat from this car in the yard looking for nightcrawlers is trying to go fishing in the river when you were swimming through the tattoos of the high tide of the lost mines from the no brain cells in the cold eyes I suck it's crossed with confusion cuz this white boys getting crazy and implants with the music he lost it from the pain came game account and with the fountain takes alphabet makes words and cost it at your don't lose it cuz if you do you get lost with the double cross is so the double cross from the man and I was falling back a little bit to keep up long as the song to lay down on y'all all day long