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[Apr. 27th, 2007|12:09 pm] |
Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your dukes and fight Big brother's just standing on the side Watching you flex your pride But you know if they all jump in Big brother's got your skin The ice cream truck it sings no more All the kids from school are keeping score You swing and you duck and you hit the floor But you gotta get up at least once more Mama comes screaming down the stairs Everybody looks but nobody scares Mama can't believe that nobody cares It's her baby boy how do they dare Mama says bitch come over here If you're so tough you'll have no fear But why'd you bring your friends And the whole damn school To watch my baby boy go down like a fool But brother says mama they're the same damn size Got to let him grow up and get street wise
But mama says baby go get that bat And come back down and beat some ass Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight One wrong move and it'll be too late Mama won't be making no birthday cake It all went down one afternoon In brooklyn |
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[Jan. 19th, 2007|08:41 am] |
Every morning, I wake up, feel hope for about, oh, three seconds, then feel it all drained. I curse the moment I wake from my sleep, every day. To the point that it's sickening. I hate this place, and everything about it. Comatose fantasy worlds are so much more appealing.
Send me home... |
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[May. 20th, 2006|09:24 pm] |
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| | Devendra Banhart - Little Boys | ] | I hate being sick. I hate being stuck in this room while the world passes me by.
I need to get out and spread joy everywhere I go.
I need to watch flowers grow behind me with every step I take.
Because that is what happens when I go out spreading my joy.
Edit: I just sneezed and threw my back out. |
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[May. 19th, 2006|07:49 pm] |
and again I have said to you...
I AM BLACK SHIP |
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