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t the world just stop and fall asleep tonight? Why can't the wind just turn and make all wrongs all right? Why can't it just be this way? I never thought

anything: a bird, a sock, a fuming beaker. This is, this too can be music. Anything can be music. FZ: Hello? Yeah, are you busy? Well I was wondering --this

That's when you put 'em in a truck with their grill taped Rip in reverse and run into a stealgate I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar If I don't kill

't a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy. Liked to pull down the

hyper I hit this beat, just like a sniper Shooting, aiming at a target I never miss them, call me a Sargeant A Corporal, a General, a higher rank My rhymes