Dead Bullet Page #4

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where I'm going

Tomorrow

I don't know

where to hide

And so much

To try

And to hide

Tomorrow

You got a phone?

911. State the nature

of your emergency.

There's a body

out in the desert.

What is your location?

Did you say body?

I said there's a body

out in the desert.

- Which desert?

- I don't know.

I don't know where.

Just...

can you please...?

Can you confirm that you're at

the Shaw gas station?

- Please just find him.

- We're doing everything we can.

Just stay on the line.

Attention...

As the dawn's early light

Makes the darkness

from the night

And restlessness

makes me move

I quietly arise

Wipe the sleep

from my eyes

And walk out

into the morning dew

For a while

our thoughts and minds

And our dreams

were the same

The outside world

passed us by

Like the bounding

of the day

As I lie and realize

The things I've done to you

The time has come

when I must run

Into the morning dew

As the dawn's early light

Takes the darkness

from the night

Hello?

He's not a stranger, Jorge.

Okay, right.

So, what do you want to do?

You're asking me?

You should have never brought

him here in the first place.

Hey, look at me

when I'm talking to you.

How do you think

this makes me feel?

It's not like that anymore.

You gonna tuck him in?

See if he's doing all right

over there?

F*** you.

F***ing bullshit.

F***.

Big, long legs

Busy, shaking hips

Tight dresses

on the Vegas Strip

Dancing in the town of sin

G-string dollars

on your belt with skill

In sync with the beat

I got your number

at the meet and greet

At Sahara Avenue

House of Lords

I'm asking you

Hey, do you really want

to love me, baby?

I said hey

Do you really want

to dance with me?

Dance, little sister

Wink your ponytail

Dance, little sister

Well, baby,

you got love for sale

Dance, little sister

Get out on the loose

'Cause this is all...

Miss you, Lynn.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Don't be a bum

all your life

Don't hate all your life

Don't be a fake

all your life

I'm a real nigga, nigga

I speak real sh*t

I'm a real nigga, nigga

I speak real sh*t

I'm a real nigga, nigga

I speak real sh*t

I need a real woman

that can be a thrill, thrill

Yeah, I'm back at it

Came back with it

Came back

and all black

Killer authentic

Black bureaucrat, Barack 'em

rap 'em, fearful menace

I ain't come

to start sh*t, homes

I came to finish

Then I came back, back

with that geechie sh*t

Learn a lot at school

But different teachers,

they didn't teach me sh*t

Times got rough

There ain't those

that really stay with me

My niggas

that pray for me

In return I pray for those

Sucking dick

to get your hair fixed

I still pray for hoes

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