| i love how this is so old. i'll try to be less of a 12yearold now. |
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| I have retired from the old school
Yes, I'm on Myspace
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| mmmmmkay. so. this is katheriiiine taylor updating for mr. reinhardt. last night he went to a party at my house. and it was uber cool. aaaand other than that he's been being awesome. and he loves katie. the end. comment if you've got a ounce of cool in your body.<3 
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| With the bright lights pointed at me
As a metaphor
Teachin' folks the score
About patience, understanding, agape babe
And sweet sweet amour
When I realized where I was
Did I stend up and testify
Oh, fist up signify
Or did I show off my soft shoe
Maybe teach 'em a boogaloo
Busy playing the whore
Oh loiterers united
Indivisible by shame
Hungry for those diamonds
Served on little severed bloody brown hands
Oh the bling drips
Oh the bling drips down
Fallin' down just like rain
I don't wanna cast pearls to swine
I don't wanna march peacefully
No no no no no no no no no
New negro politician
Is stirring
Is stirring
Is stirring inside me
No there's nothing inside me
But an angry heart beat
Can you feel this heart beat?
Oh fear we're fallin' off
Oh terror we're pained
Oh hunger we're stavin' off
Roasted vermin sustain...
This shit will have to sustain
Shootin' doves from off balconies
They wanna shackle the lame
By now you know their game
Little niña arose
Went to stand by her payphone
Waited for her caller to ring, said
Ask me anything
I just asked for Her
I just asked for her say so
And with permission
I'm gonna take liberty
And I'm tellin' you to take it too
'Cause it's right there in front of you
Hey, desperate youth!
Oh, blood thirsty babes!
Oh your guns are pointed
Your guns are pointed the wrong way
Your guns are pointed the wrong way |
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