1900
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Say House, Yeh U, Can I ask U a Question,
U like to Cut, O’ U Too much to ask U out,
Well, Do U Like to make Luv,
Imagery of sound is a parenthetical expression,
Enforced by only those who know impressions,
The shy at the weak at heart know how high sound returns,
The crazy thing about speaking is giving Thot of how dark has burned,
In the political arena of solitary refinement,
Many need help to stay above dark alignments,
But to go get the chance that what U see is the hold up of Yankee reality,
Possesses the question without cussin we still have B.G.,
Two can play at the game the illusion U now choose to lay off,
Unfortunately, too many signs threatin’ how much Ule stay soft,
At once there was a dream we’ll have world dominance,
Now its just the stream of unifying power’s bondage.
