Your eyes, your concrete eyes.
Cross crisscross my path...
Walking in circular patterns.
Shoe shine your ammo, polish your metal.
I need not your wicked weapons.
My war is not with someone like you.
A string of blood that is not my own strings between.
Increase time and it will fall into place.
A sword and my heart
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duh i miss you we see eachtoher once a millinium.
i might see you tongiht though.
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hey baby i miss you too.
just respondign to what you put.
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BIA BIA Make them niggazzzz fight
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ill keep them niggaz fightin with the spinners spinnin
pce
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