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Birthday: 11/17
I'd give you my heart,
and I'd let you just hold it.
I'd give you my soul,
but I already sold it
Let’s dance in style,
Let’s dance for a while,
Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst,
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever,
We don’t have the power but we never say never,
Sitting in a sandpit,
Life is a short trip,
The music’s for the sad man
The end is never the end.
A new challenge awaits.
A test no man could be prepared for.
A new hell he must conquer and destroy.
A new level of growth he must confront himself.
The machine in the ghost within.
This is the journey of the man on the moon
fake friends: Never ask for food. true friends: are the reasons you have no food. fake friends: Call your parents Mr/Mrs true friends: Call your parents DAD/MOM fake friends: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong. truefriends: Would sit next to you saying "Damn ... we screwed up ... but that crap was fun!" fake friends: never seen you cry. true friends: cry with you fake friends: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back. true friends: keep your crap so long they forget its yours. fake friends: know a few things about you. true friends: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you. fake friends: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing. true friends: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you. fake friends: Would knock on your front door. true friends: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!" fake friends: Are for a while. true friends: Are for life. fake friends: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough. true friends: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "b*****d drink the rest of that you know we don't waste crap." fake friends: will talk back to the person who talks crap about you. true friends: Will knock the taste out of their mouth fake friends: Will read this. true friends: Will steal this
As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes
I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries
Scared of heights so I might pass out if he flies
Keep him on autopilot 'cause I can't drive
Room enough for one I tell my homies they can't ride
Unless they sittin on the shoulders but that's way too high
Let's try not to step on the children
The news cameras filmin
This walkin project buildin
Now there's hoes sellin hoes like right around the toes
And the crackheads beg at about the lower leg
There's crooked police that's stationed at the knees
And they do drive-bys like up and down the thighs
And there's a car chase goin on at the waist
Keep a vest on my chest
I'm sittin in my room as I'm lookin out the face
Somethin to write about
I still got some damage from fightin the whitehouse, just a
Follow me, follow me,
Folalalala!
My (Real life) Sister
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