Updated: Nov 8, 2022
hold the time
down the line
heaven walked away
from the find
till last touch we signed
names up in mine
future be no place
on he who had to face
the ones he sees in nothing
walked in line with the sum
of all the traits on income
without the figure of wisdom
hat drops from the door open at four
clock work on his pour
drops from the iris in yours
for you two use innocence not accused for now is always with him though her for us to see we must need something still not a thing till...
before I go Don't stay go fuck the brain can't stay no let go yo thought a hoe now at my second slow grow know I glow shinnin' hollow cut...
Criminal works of man, take me from my seat to my feet, chasing what I wanted. Never long gone under the rule of us. Teaming with a sense...
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