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Cuff The Duke

Anti-social friends of mine hang themselves with fishing line They wait for time...waiting alone isn't bad I find And coming from a broken home doesn'

Long ago time was still just a friend of mine It's over, it's over, it's over my head I'm a slave to time it no longer waits for me It's over, it's over

Standing by the fire late at night a prisoner to this flame The silence brings a chill no fire can warm too cold to explain No sleep, no heat! Each breath

Well I wish that I could change whatever happened to you It's not your fault I can't explain but I can hold you When you cry he has no ties He doesn't

Poor John Henry could never prove his worth I sure hope he makes it in the end So frustrated always underrated I sure hope he makes it in the end He wakes

I took the time to compare emotions with energy And found that the secret was to always have a strategy The mazes we build to trap our inconsistencies

Chef But God shit's real as a fuck Throw a buck on Chuckle-Up - Thunderbird in cuffs Skeeter with no teeth - night train lips Beefin' with police - Grade-A inch knees Duke

off Head in your chest brain Dead on the van on the express way While I got my hand in the Tech wave Niggas like "fuck, is he stupid?" Cops wanna cuff

And hope for better days And pick an old song Then we'll dance in the dark It's that needle and thread Stitch up my broken heart! Cuff me up and take