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No Stuffed Memories P.L.E.A.S.E.
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Life A bleeding scab,
I call my heart.
Tick-tock..
Spin the hands on my clock.
Frozen in time,
My mind seizes
Moments and memories.
To raise the dead
In ma head,
And keep 'em alive.
But, that effort is futile.
It's like stuffin' an animal.
When ya gone ya gone!
You can't come back from a funeral.
So, let the past R.I.P.
And me just L.I.P.
Honor the past,
Respect tha future.
Then combine 'em together,
To present...
Peace
Love
Energy
Awareness
&
Soul
4Ever.
