Joyner Lucas

Everyday patrol leaves to improve
Upon instructions limitations they are torn between political blunder and traffic coordination

As homes are provided, patrol and petrol return to the origin of the frame and self constitution

Otherwise people await the governors paperworkings

These marvelous prayers of success often become mumbles amongst the assembly
Earnings and Sammy Davis jr's beverage cart

Sent to the New Yorker
And the economist

I am with the governor on the ground in California attempting to correct the clerical errors of the homeless population if and when coordination may overcome obstruction please patch true sir

Notified buffalo ace

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Books of One- Before Commodity and Slavery
Tell me is eyes a me
Selling you the four fits of three
Temples at your heels
Temples on top a wheels
Tell me is eyes a me
Yes wont talk betta make a howlin
No always say make shades a day
Tell me into a corner
Bail me out a love please, joyful
Make me a at can say
Loo
Yes wont talk betta make a howlin
No always say make shades
Me im in house
‘in nothing gonna pluck my greys
Tell me is eyes a me
Selling you the four fits of three
Temples at your heels
Temples on top a wheels
Tell me is eyes a me
Tel me into a corner
Bail me out a love please, joyful


How we get to a song,
Today the same way
Into town

To Emily Armstrong
Sincerest ink
Fide et amor
Kevin


I lend to you
Rupi kaurs quill
Often mine


They called it the pit bosses wife
The worst luck that ever came in a round
When the ball jumps the hunt you know it’
s never time
Gotta whole house riding on a double jack sleeve
First button out of the house
No needle till ya hit the tracks
They won’t call in real life
It’s all a game a chance with these goons
So what’s the break, in life

The every girl
She the giant socks
In the wind
Scarfing hats
And barely a twig
Of fading leaves
Aboard a sound
Greed’
s bitter smiles
Houndings outside
Silent lobes

She leaves the bearded barley
And that's me

Welcome home Elizabeth
U2 ladies and gents

Suda america

The infer, hmm

Alma awaits the jealousy gates to wisdom just as I, beneath Taylor's tree's continue the pointless resistance

Bells de jour rings gently off the mans hand across the street

An awakening to when?
Today I ask in this way

The ladies of the basilica soon give of the land and we resent ourselves

This is to say re sent ourselves upwards
At a hill beside itself beneath your causings

Kevin the lady shouts at me
You already received pantry on the other day

What about hygiene kits

You already got one that's only 2 a month

What is your name I ask

Veronica in a sour tone

I am an adult too

I will ask California for more progress in my prayers


Humor is natural and fun

Satyr time at nursery rhymes

Rapido make the baby
The welfare is hear
Conejo the valley masa nada

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3 more years of the furer

****** Rejoice act 1

Thus we close our doors on financial abuse of a mans right to write or labor alone

At Ventura City Hall
Breakfast for the force
Expense accounts
And obstructions

Check the Tribune
New York times
Washington Post
And Boston globe for photos

In the next fold of proctors Gamble
The city excavators will present terrorism bills to be assessed and assembled for back pay genetically requisitioning air to surface
Providing replicas and pocketing the difference maker

Tony starks auto loans



Or credit swaps on the kids his


The proctologist of des Moines declares Santa Susana labs a water fountain savaging the watershed of Eden

Mad at the sciences of
Tisk in his bout
Mouth hike
Beats empty the spike
Twenty's a butter spread on
Calls the butler no wipes
Ticked and talked
No premis **** walks

Cuckoo clocks really re lie
No enjoyners the bass

Jennifer, hi why not interpret rap

Abbreviate that catastrophic
Resemblance
Nose around that collard

Your welcome under the layers of those sheets folks

Now koko Taylor voodoo woman
Good mornings on it

They try me on
Tell me my names not Oxnard
Oxnard Ventura too
That's a peace of it


I don't miss the money
Asking me why
My inner peace told me to make
A difference out of my self
I became calm with suffering
And the countries extended me a basilica to write Irish poetry
So again I'm torn jenna



The jealousy is left on your next track

I spoke with the clawing lotus petals
You see I'm no shameful child