I know you've seen the breaking of a man.
You've taken all you can,
as if the house we made
was laid across the sand.
Oh,
Lord,
the penalty for suffering can seem so high.
Dreaming the days when everything was so dark.
Try to walk good with bad rules.
Start a show.
I,
John,
thought exercise a sought out to advise and add on.
I changed the thinking you so proudly had on this mobilizing effort.
It picks up from where the best of the best came and left it.
The treasure of truth.
I mix drinks within the booth.
It can't be measured with youth.
I break leaven with the seven that would ever produce.
My past is strange.
The light,
if change is right,
you can say the judge killed me.
Then I came to life a new born like a neophyte.
Fruitful love from the tree of life.
This is the letter I don't need to write.
Peace, see, God bless the stars.
If I don't read the night,
I don't save you from yourself.
Maybe Jesus might.
What I envision is better,
steady,
higher living from this system.
Though you dudes might be dead already graduated from
a school where the minds vary to hold the burden known
to those that only time carries this cherry blossom.
A martial artist studied that she written
on got some attuned by philosophers.
The monster Lee,
I deconstruct this subpar and put them
back together like the monsters be.
How you want it?
Obviously,
subconsciously,
if every man has his price,
whose sparse me,
you should do more than just drink responsibly.
You see,
even in the mountains,
Lord John was free.
I know you've seen the breaking of a man.
You take it all you can.
As if the house we made was laid across the same.
Oh, no, no, no.
Deeper suffering can see.
So I'll dream in the days when everything's so dark.
Try to walk good with that.
Bro, start a show.
Would
have it.
They would have me talking savage like the
average among us and not confined to the youngest.
I'm like the magical healer slash masterful builder.
I know the riddle of steel is in the hands
of the wheel that they tried to shatter.
My leader do bad to the breather for living
page twenty seven from the bag of the Gita.
So when his time stopped where he lay,
read,
I'd rather be hated for what I am than loved for what I'm not.
You can't subtract logic.
I put two lips on his grave and waxed
philosophic to the words he gave.
Read my lips.
It's a new day running and it ain't
coming because it's here for the taking.
It's been years in the making.
I spent years in a station waiting to
make this entrance here to free the world.
Youngstar, what's your intention?
This is warfare.
Young and lightning is flashing.
Now, soon and then, let's see what's happening.
Yeah, one way or another, it's going down.
I know you've seen the breaking of a man.
You take it all can as if the house we made was laid across the say.
Oh, no, no, no.
Penalty for suffering can see so dreaming
the days when everything's so dumb.
Try to walk good.
Where is that road?
it is.