Born to be a witness.
Born to direct feet;
But thrown he is unto his Class-
Just so they can eat.
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Your beauty makes my flowers die:
Water with you I share.
Your beauty is my suicide.
I'd choose it if you'd dare.
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He would climb my walls with great ambition
Only to fall belly first into the deep
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Gap your legs
And roll your hips.
You'll always be a hoe.
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God gave Dad the gift of song
And a song he sings indeed;
Lifting all my Burdens
When my eyes are both in Need.
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Walking on my own two feet,
To the store just down the street.
Little girl just passed me by.
Said, 'Oh mister, please don't cry.'
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