...in once upon a times where babies are born into numerical order there are things like hip hop and dead people we just need to talk for two minutes... There will be no self respecting savior with completely comfortable skin a new rap radio hell, he or she might not have any idea what so ever they got the good stuff in 'em and I hate to cliché it, yo but can you feel the pain, for real, though ain't a grieving face hidden, just look at that building women, a tortured ho willed to fit in clothes and then remain accessibly loyal to the swift punch in the nose so, where's my reinventors with the truth serum and newfounders of the fountain of youth? yet you awoke to obsess with their appearance and desperately in need of some proof man, holding hands saves lives but we're in this one together whether the roof is on fire or perfect for watching the other stars fry and I know, I know cardinals and blue jays can't just get along but, um, but their minds are the size of very small rocks and we've the opposable thumb not to mention emotions that can paint the walls of a cave plenty big enough brains so give it up, the debut hatch then make like a dream and catch there's an entire universe going on and you're invited tell a friend
after all, change wasn't built for a day and the first time you lay your eyes on something truly beautiful it tends to stay that way
great people do great things and this next part is on you
and after all, change wasn't built for a day and the first time you lay your eyes on something truly beautiful it tends to stay that way
if different is all that we got that makes similar words crying out for with ??? a voice and the precedent doesn't get any better than easily ??