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Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists, bored with life
Didn’t succeed, thank the Lord
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again
Sixteen candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame, it’s always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything
Found new life in Jesus Christ
Hit by a car, ended up

On a life support machine

Summer’s day, as she passed away
Birds were singing in the summer sky
Then came the rain, and once again
A tear fell from her mother’s eye

I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours
But I think that God’s got a sick sense of humor
And when I die I expect to find Him laughing

A white house a white room
The program of today
Lights on switch on
Your eyes are far away
The map represents you and the tape is your voice
Follow all along you
Till you recognize the choice

I take pictures
Photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room
The right light, dark room

I said I’d write a letter
But I never got the time
And I’m looking to the day
I mesmerise the light
The years I spent just thinking
Of a moment we both knew
A second past like an empty room
It seem’s it can’t be true

I take pictures
Photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room
The right light, dark room

I take pictures
Photographic pictures
Bright light, dark room
The right light, dark room

Bright light, dark room
The right light, dark room

Here we go are you ready for one other
Dream Warriors’ noise is new discover al
Once again with a new blend so telephone a friend
(yo dude I just got this new song It’s dope man)
Compact disc to the prime is optimist
Fans and friends I’m universally cosmic
Concrete jungles abound
You stand by the speakers
You’re smothered and covered up in the sound
You stand strong as you pump your fist
I’m talkin’ all that jazz
Now what’s my definition
Chorus:
My definition
My definition
My definition is this
My definition
My definition
My definition is this
My definition
My definition is this
My definition
When I kick rhymes there’s something said to do damage
Hits so strong even superman needs a hand
So bob your head dread as I kick the funk flow
This rhyme is subliminal yet you don’t think so
I walk with a gold cane a gold brain and no gold chain

Behind the truth lies there lies a parafix
In the mix is where Dream Warriors go
Define if you will but I know so
There is no definition
Chorus
Rhyme thou I know it to flow it just like a poet
Your definition of me is definetly wrong
Why must I try to lie and build an alibi
When all you ask is just for me to be me
Replace a replacable replacement with this
Relax relax relaxtion boombastic
My name is King Lu
(mine is Capital Q)
Bags of mostly water search to find my definition
Chorus
I sought beauty through the dust of strife
I sought meaning to my music addicition
Arise awaken we have need to reverse
A plauge has befallen us no time to reherse
This rhyme speaks it speak and has spoken
This rhyme will not change things
It needs to be changed in a hurse
You find caskets in my rhyme baskets of rhyme
Your definition can define
So what’s my definition
Chorus
(yo, where’d everybody go?)