Not to sound so personal...
-So hard to speak out of frozen cold...
But from old to young...
Framed to freed...
From bossed to doodled
To cop-land inside my noodle...
Call me into the brewery
Set sights on chewing me
Because time is my only eulogy
-And your prank is not doing things
Banging isn't what's new to me...
And you are not a tool to bring
Though you're not much weight -so I can still sing
I am just doing things
You keep the hate as you're schooling me
Because in one more age we will truly breathe
...One more phone call and you are suing things
Such as a bird with ugly wings
-the earth isn't turned to the burning its leafs
And this wage I am paid isn't buying jewelry
Like lazy Lizardry I wiggle at the spilling of things
Eye ball when I ruin the breeze
In the aile with a basket and some briefs
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