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This a grimoire for dark thought Make it feel alive and it will dance Inside those soft spots Record store, I adore the faces in the Crowd Wonder who's alive, yet I wonder Out loud No more gin in my face laid down at Night A couple more sins I commit to feel Alive Such a strange way to gain God's Forgiveness Could you love me when I'm empty, When I'm finished I keep my smile on and mind my Business The pot to piss overflow from my Riches? This ironic when I think of it Drinking off this sinking ship I could have loved you many life Times And I've been gambling on fights, I Outta fight mine Such a strange way to fight mine Rose in my pocket I can throw Another stone Poetry with God I can pick another Bone Why the poor man never have a Throne? Why my pride overgrown? Good smoke in my lungs Trauma in my head And some bass in my tongue Outta play dead When you've never beat a drum Good thought for some bad folk Rolling up tobacco Coughing like we have soul I don't need no hassle Trying be a light Trying be a poet Trying not to fight I ain't really gotta show it Can you feel it I can feel it Rose in my pocket I can throw Another stone Poetry with God I can pick another Bone Why the poor man never have a Throne Why my pride overgrown?