Big talk starts another big fight.
The word on the street is that none of it's true and it's going to take a week before we can get cable into your place!
The nerve on the street is centered on the pulse of heartbreak, and a middle-aged man on a unicycle is starting to cry as he rides bareback in the rain.
Giants are stepping on their own toes because, at this point, everything is in the way.
On my way to school this morning I stopped off at the liquor store and bought a 40 for my son, now he's attorney general and the Saudi's have everyone in place they could ever have dreamed of.
The night is going to come to a halt soon, and that bastard will come back from his tomb and prove that even 3 days in the slammer can't keep him down.
Rain is pelting my face, but the scars are from acid that is lashing my soul.
There is never a never without a beginning. If your ready for this you ready for all of it... so here you go!
JA
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