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Cunninlynguists - Missing Children lyrics
f/ Braille * send corrections to the typist [Intro] On my way to find myself again I have come a long long from home to see (x3) Ha Braille, a little louder [Braille] My last breath echoes through your oxygen suppy You not find, I've never been, who I claim You can't tame the lion when it breaks out of it's cage Once it breaks out, all over my face Put your breaks on stop the motion Robotic movements, rusted by the rain of my Father Splashin' water out of gates Flood to the surface of my lyrical percentage Verbally aggressive, abusive attendance Unexplained anger slaps my style senseless How dare I mention mistakes and intentions Another, star in my collection The stars I've collected, fell from the sky I keep fallin', who let my hopes rise? No parrish ? to provide safety take me Away from this shallow tide, from the shallow minds The walls keep closin' in, I've opened every door The hinges just always squeak (aaah) I need to loosen up, put it all behind me And if you're searchin' lost is where you'll find me [Deacon the Villian] October 27th 1995 The say I found out my sister was no longer alive Now, I'm the oldest sibling with her no longer living on this say day Decided to give up my bad ways And to be a model for my younger sister Wasn't the dumbest ____ But my education was just car heists, burglury, urban liqour The sort of fingers being curved on triggers And I knew for certain if I continued Living life all simple Jail would be the only institution I'd be able to get into So I laced by boots Hit the books, flip from crook Hopped over my obstacles like rocks skipped on brooks Music became my medication Motivation for meditation Far better than any perscription my man was makin' Sometimes my head be shakin' Wondering how my life would be If things never changed, then she could be beside me But I disreguard the hypothetics Won't let stress slice my lettuce Theoreticaly, she just moved on ahead of me So my life's patterned across the same finsh line Live right any part of me that's insane is put to rhyme Occassionally flames took to pine Sometimes looked for wine When I'm in bines I grab the Holy Book to find A Revelation to raise me out of this metal mess And remember my life being blessed Isn't coincidentalness A simple test we face daily can drive us crazy Missing Children the confused adults lostin' hope A noose from rope can dead it But I won't let it take over me Got somebody on my soul's shoulder lookin' over me |
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