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Forgotten The Pulling Strings

a weekday afternoon was it the first time? i remember the last. never thought i would have to write this song. Maybe theres someone whos pulling the strings

couple of niggas that's really insane I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a name It's the game and we done loosened up a couple strings And

of the music and the madness That's pulling me into this And the shades of the lamps are woven red The light, it stains and consecrates Anointing all forgotten

Harper radio bubble Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slayin' all these earthlings an' fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubblin' strings

Calm yourself, calm yourself It's not in the dead shocks That dropped underneath us When we used the car Its not in the strings We didnt pull to move

I'm hung up on a wire so thin Tearing out what's been trapped in My puppet string's been pulled too tight I can see the real me's going to be a bloody

time comes along And the prophet of a discontent is gone And the devil smiles as he pulls the wings off Of the one who wrote and forgot the song Well

biceps Lyrically speakin', three to four rhymes then choke Some think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this But they still remains anonymous I pull strings

YOU are not paranoid does not mean that THEY are not out to get YOU who are the puppets and who is pull's the strings, keep us ignorant as they choose