September 27

Monkey feel me sit

Monkey see me lie

Monkey love me skit

Monkey love me cry

But monkey don't feel human

'Cause monkey don't be human

Monkey see me loomin'.

Monkey sits, him prunin'

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Carry me Carolina on the back of your shoulders

Tell me a liter child, and feel the weight of my rain

Don't tell me their fire has come on

The door, it feels, the door

I can't believe you dropped

me off

Write/right beneath the keys

Put up on a hightop felt pen

I can't reach--

We're friends

We're friends, oh no

Carry me Carolina on back of your shoulders

Cream and sugar will follow me all the days of my life

With the smell of rusted stones

And falling livers

And failing livers

And drowned out heart

The drums still beat with intense cradled charisma

Feet pile up on the highway sending millions to their deaths.

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For lack of a better term, I will cry

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Mention my name on the top of your eyes

And find the life that refuses to die

But the journey won't be made too easy

The monkey wrench grease has left the road queasy

It's not like I've been there four times before

To change up the directions and mop up the floor

It's not like I've smote you on site

I've simply shaded the path with a slight hue of night.

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We're watching you

Don't worry

You're lucrative ego has been boosted

Even though it's not like we need you

Our parents, pastors, loved one's can tell us lies

And better one's, at that

You're not here for me

You're here for them and they will die.

What do you do then?

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I'm coming from a father

Who filled my pockmarks with fists

And a village of vandetta's

Leaving nothing to the risk

And I was fine

But momma', why'd you send me

To stay and study at the semminary?