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| I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN HE WAS A GOOD MAN..THAT WAS UNTIL THAT BOTTLE HIT YA HAND...AND WHEN THAT LIQUOR HIT YA PILOT THAT'S WHEN THE PLANE TOOK OFF. I THINK I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN YOU WOULDN'T DARE RAISE A HAND... 'CAUSE OF THE VALUES INSTILLED IN YOU THAT TOLD YOU THAT WASN'T A MAN. I GUESS WE CAN SAY THAT ON THAT DAY... THE PLANE ENCOUNTERED A THUNDERSTORM. COMMUNICATION BREAK DOWN BETWEEN THE TOWER AND PLANE...I GUESS I CAN SEE HOW THAT CAN DRIVE A GOOD MAN INSAIN. SO HOW CAN THE PLANE FIND THE LANE... SO THAT WAY THE PILOT AND THE PASSENGERS CAN GO ON A FLIGHT AGAIN, WHERE THEY DON'T LOOSE COMMUNICATION BEWEEN THE DIRECTOR OF THE PLANE AND THE STATION. 'CAUSE IF ANYTHING GOES WRONG..THAT GOOD MAN GONE LOOSE HIS OCCUPATION...WHICH WOULD BE A DEVASTATION TO THE PASSENGERS HE WAS TAKING ON THIS JOURNEY. LOST TEMPER AFTER TEMPER HE TELLS THE PASSENGERS TO DO NOT WORRY..'CAUSE IN DUE TIME HIS MIND WILL NOT BE BLURRY..AND THIS PROCESS YOU CAN NOT HURRY..'CAUSE THREW THE BAD YOU'LL FIND THE GOOD AND HAVE A SAFE LANDING. I REMEMBER A TIME WHEN HE WAS A GOOD MAN..THAT WAS UNTIL THAT BOTTLE HIT HIS HAND..AND IT DEFINITLY CHANGED THAT GOOD MAN..WHEN THE LIQUOR HIT HIS PILOT THAT'S WHEN THE PLANE TOOK OFF. ( I DEDICATE THIS TO FATHER EVEN THOUGH TIMES WERE HARD YOU TOOK A TIME OUT AND STUCK WITH US 2004) |
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| M.U.D.S.L.I.D.E (MULTIPAL UNTHOUGHTOUT DECISIONS SUDDEN LIFE INCIDENTS DON`T EFFECT) MY LIFE HAS HAD DRASTIC CHANGES..THE MUDSLIDE HAS HAPPENED. AUGUST 22 WAS THE DAY THE FOUNDATION COLLAPSED... ONE SKY BLUE TURNED MY BLUE SKY BLACK..MOUTH DRY, HEADACHEING, TUBES IN MY ARMS...IN A HOSPITAL BED MY EYES ARISED..MUDSLIDE. TRYING TO DRY MY EYES FROM THE TEARS, DRENCHED IN THE RAIN; AFRAID OF THE PAIN..THE PAIN I CAUSED, IT WAS THE DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER WITH HIS SARCASTIC APPLAUSE..MUDSLIDE. NOT KNOWING HOW TO EXPLAIN AS MULTIPAL THOUUGHTS RAN THREW MY BRAIN. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS EXPLAIN..GET THREW TO YOU ON THIS PAGE IN FRONT OF ME THAT WAS PLAIN. THIS LEAD TO THOUGHTS THAT LEAD TO ILL WORDS..MUMBLED AMONGST MYSELF. BLAME PLAYED THE NAME GAME. IT STARTED OUT TO BLAME YOU, AND IN THE END BACK TO ONESELF..MUDSLIDE. VICTIMIZED...THREE US WERE..AND AT A POINT THOUGHTS THAT ONLY TWO WOULD SURVIVE..PAIN AND GUILT IN MY EYES..REVENGE IS THE VISAGE OF MY MINDS EYE..BUT YOU ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKIN` IN DON`T THINK IS TO WISE..RAPED BY A YOUNG FRIENDSHIP..MUDSLIDE. YO SHIT LIKE THIS DON`T HAPPEN TO S.P. ONE TIME ONLY AND ONLY AT THIS ONE TIME WILL EVIL PREVAIL..PUT VAGUE TIMES, CONVERSATIONS, AND FEELINGS INFRONT OF ME..AS THE LORD AS MY SHEPERD THREW THIS BLIND CLOUD I SEE. I MAY HAVE SLIPPED, BUT IN THE END.. WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE. STILL YOUR ONE AND ONLY BABY GIRL...THIS IS WHO I`LL BE. I KNOW IN DO TIME YOU WILL FORGIVE ME........ (I DEDICATE THIS TO MY MOTHER 2003) |
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