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crusing through life like a sailor,
the crew don' died, dived into the ocean..why do I feel like an assailant.... of good things...
a salient tra..
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I miss Paris, damn I miss Paris..
And I don't mean to sound like a parrot..but I miss it.
then it was like I had a mistress if only for a few nights..
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My nephew is 3 years old, 4 next month. It saddens me that he is so young, and will have to endure tribulations along this beautiful struggle we call..
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cursed with a candle, with long wick..I'm longin' for more, but where greed meets pleasure..start to purge the poor, hard to stay the same, while ..
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A heart tarnished
garnished with some hope
a man feels pain too, with heart broke
wanna be held just as tightly, just like a woman
why are mal..
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sigh..speaks to my life.
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Windowsill
the widow still
she watches life steamroll
the time surely took its toll
hollow hole, how to hold on
she doesn't know, doesn't want..
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I use to Love her...
cared when other brothas treat her like rubbish
s**t life's a Jungle book...and I'm like Rudyard..
I run and don't look back..
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intricate stuff
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just listen...
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