Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin;
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin, talkin;
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin;
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin, talkin;
Junior Stroll
Well, well, well go head on Junior Stroll;
You don't need no ones permission to grow;
To Go your self a nulled;
You don't need no reliant;
Cause you've been here before;
Though your a baby your a man in this world;
Voided of human love;
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin;
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin, talkin;
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin;
Junior Stroll
My baby, finally walkin, talkin;
Junior Stroll
(taken from North High School Short Story Play "Mother's Baby Boy" 1972 by James E. Lee)
I need twelve and ten
welcome to the world l cumminity land like i had a lond dream
and i dont know sweet then genesis media off the finish stoll
i be quoting nig all day long beg please loven of money not qurrel and member what to do to work another day colin no no no ready it is not please please I need drugs and snuff went through the night sleep the number count zek and inquistion anything oppressed? labs ton me drop drop?
I like my church oil
i woke up and laughing stay alive a wrath news chrsitna mute point!
this so be twelve friends balling somatic revolution my friends
the name of god perhaps two more quick tell us a story
perfection love work dont drink cis term just let me lay down
forn me lorn me sweet cool is myy ears darn.. and get naked non meditating wise excommunicated adonai plan reeds then flee from me cause you would go tell tell the whole hellis sweet Imish working world if you new mim.
then Miss. come from and will all in locus that i got to teach myself and everthing but this is twelve mox sex mor of it. all right pills the pills more mins and the other stuff yes!
Do you not know?
You really should,
I know you know,
But you still have NO CLUE!
You like me,
Not the wunna be me,
Can't you see,
I'm myself,
Why the hell you with some one elts?
I know you like me,
I know I like you,
But that sweet innocent wunna be me stoll you.
Do you even like her,
I still dont get why you let her friends push you around,
And do what they want you to do.
You have a brain,
You have a heart,
I really hope thats not keeping us apart,
Tell me... did you really like me?
Now... for some reason,
Do you hate me?
In da bootifull state a' Jersey
A man I no went crazy,
He stoll evryone's money,
and trust me, honey,
He was lowa dan a snake,
An he will neva shake
A reputaion down so low,
That, him, no one wanna know
Good ol' Arnold be his name,
I tink he be quite insane
Hurt everyone who cared,
And somehow he still dared,
To crow his poor bad luck,
Dat dirty people, he's a f___
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