As sharp as a kitchen knife, I'm not that good homie, I need room, to stretch my legs, there’s space, for two hens in each arm, don’t worry, I'll keep them warm, but to serve on bended knee, for such small things, pluck a berry from a bush, I would do anything, to be that good, I can go further, and I know I should, but not everything is a river flowing, from point a to point b, please think, negotiate, humanity is much more than nature, its freedom and choices, and dreams, he saw all that there was, and it was good, you don’t have to be the best, you don’t have to be right, but the West extends, we’ve done enough exploring, for now let’s just wade our hands through those fields, and wait for it, to start flooding, we can’t escape who we are, but maybe we can avoid violence, god loves the children so much, their light and their innocence, they deserve to see as much as they can, life can be great, life can be wonderful, down the road, you could hunger for much more, love, a roller-coaster ride, all sorts of nasty, watch out, the tide, and the moonlight.

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