theses obstructions of justice are brought upon us
by government corruption of budget
there are no shortfalls
only losses of free speech by the bulging pockets
the millions of dependents on my tax returns this fiscal cheers

rip mac miller

got the grisel from the iron when the judge let me grow
the furrowed brow don't bother no more

pay the price for my life, you the treason in my allegiance

you stuck behind the gate on my brown
counting frowns around cities broke open
for irish jazz im lately
out of ties she wants dances, im news

the fleshing post of thousand oaks was hidden
as many turned away speaks in our history
when a speech was tasted and attempted
the fleshing post held the debt to the lutheran
and the removal of caution was spelled

here is the property spelled, yes'm
you haven't her'd of ireland? nevar

then digging back into the graveyards
teaching measurements from 1 church road
was creation or property
and thus a mules lengthy toil shall not be whispered

usage of the shales was kind in the origination of the washed
and the scales of justice were born from the almight of the robes
deterents and difficult abjects

the ******* of mexico, mexican or mexicaint productions
rural bods of free food and passage around and around the marbled halls of city
granting pass of petrol, yet no sayings otherwise must be spoken
in the withdrawl of payee and employee titles of surmons

chumash or curd

sayings of when
you never closed your eyes

anymore from the city?  _

turned round twice, no taps yet_

he was hearing,
ways of singing,
just,
lights of just backwords, from japan

next trains telling me she lost once
staying across from his talk
too many friends to pay_, linda?

come with it know, slacks
thats goods
and jazz surrenders
you on your back, alone
they keep blues and guitars
san fran, no lights a stand between you and peace

today, no progress
the city won't allow me a food
my civil rights, a cover up attempt of my disobedience
trained thoughts, residue of salt
slips through my metabolism
the deserts of war in my veins
pushed by federal crimes, poverty
add more neglect
the general deserves this mule

huck the missle, cup that breaks
white movement
across my wrists
irish cost of quarter of that yard

how she be's a boy stage
the stay vow
of her executions
that a play you aint got night life
stay off of we,not gonna
not gonna
not gone
big irish,im goals
you doubt
my sings