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Ode to the Junk Yard

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A turn key, a gizmo, some powder to mix

A spoon and a filter, then cook your own fix

Then tighten the turn key, a vein will appear

Now stick in the spike and lets ride out of here.

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This new world you’ve entered, there’s

nothing that’s real

But your mind it is numb, and no pain

can you feel

Then you walk round all day with

one thing on your mind

‘Where will I get money for that fix

the next time?

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Then your body starts sweating, but

you’re feeling the cold,

You’re addicted to drugs and your habit

grows old,

What you thought you could handle

is out of control,

And now to the Devil you would

sell your own soul.

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A ten bag, a twenty, a napp for your high,

By the needle you live, and by it you’ll die,

You won’t be remembered and what will

they say?

That was only a junkie who OD’d today.

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Written by;

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D.O.F (2011)

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Faith Hope and Captivity

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I do not wish to see my faith go by.

So there’s no Rush

to meet my faith…..

even if it means beyond the gate

I try not to fight

against the tide…..

So with each moment I Ride

Each day is a moment of Fact

So there’s no rush to go beyond the Gate.

Each day make me free…

because of my philosophy

Is it such a bad faith.

Written by:

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DOF (2011)