the wax paper that i taped over the windows melted as quick as chocolate in the heat and it'll probably never come off now the windows look like frosted
i saw the ceiling spin. and i saw the room shift. and i watched the television flicker. and i let my mind drift. i would give anything in the world up
I've heard them lilting ?At are? you milking And I've heard them lilting Before light a-day Now they are mourning For all time a-lilting The flowers
i saw the ceiling spin. and i saw the room shift. and i watched the television flicker. and i let my mind drift. i would give anything in the world
My hand burnt when i touched her, and i dreamt for a moment. bury me in a box of photographs, a thick bleak wind across my? your face is so slick slick
I can't see nothin' but a sphere and the children are all filled with straw. filled with chaff. (i'm flow? er? ing with the grains) i fear a dagger
Le vent funebre, la soupir grise (la maree funeste) le vent funeste, la soupir crispe la souris grise. in a flower-husk in a nonhouse, 'la maison de
( ) image of the sun is broken f-floating crawling shimmering gibbering just on the surface merely on the surface flow(er)ing afterbirth (swelling
I. black finnegan?liar black finnegan?something insensate black finnegan?who walks slow tall and long in the dark room black finnegan?whose words commoving
't realize, but the world is full of treasures You find them in yourself The humans are asking more and more Don't realize, but the world is full of treasures
the sound Yo, this is for the way we rock Thinkin' Bad Boy gonna stop, we not Yo, we step up in the scene like oh! You hear their flow and then there
Screw house to wrecking flows, to BET on videos Zig-zags and yellow bags, to Glad sacks and optimos Fist fight to gun play, sawed-offs to a.k.'s Spitting flows
you how to do this son I rap for fun, and make niggaz look dumb How come I don't know, I was gifted with the flow I bust a flow for my lil' bro, before
set you free It's a gangsta party, and ain't no haters allowed Nothing but pimps and playas, and plenty women going down Man hold up, let me roll up something sticky Full
Hook] [H.A.W.K.] On your mark set, ready go H.A.W.K. and them Girt Boyz, blowing up like C-4 Out here chasing the do', and spitting felony flow Moving
they head Is he good in bed, sizing up my third leg Remember Keisha said, (that boy was throwed) Cause she came befo', she took off her clothes Spit dangerous flow
telling shit I'm known to start static, with lyrical acrobatics The public is democratics, they all hogg fanatics The flow bending, swear I ate a can of spinach Your flow
