Everyman deserves a garden. The Graces stay'n, 2 these 2 birdies play'n. The Good God of Grace, which the flys will not erase. 4 what will be, in the neverland of Lovely. Mistic Castle only made from a hastle. The bringing of Love in the melting pot, only my hip 2 her hop. The ying 2 the yang, depending on the way my balls hang. Children of the block, release the glocc, whats truly knowing only untill ur skin is hot. True power, is knowing the time of the hour. Proof God made, is in the proof that u play'd. these snowy glow of these angel flakes, the price is what u think u make. The power of the way, is only in what u say. Fuck this fly, i already remember why. 4 Truth and the Light, why u try'n 2 hold up my flight. The recalection is that the world already knows, and what grows long is like the birds nose. Playa hate'n, i guess em just ain't relate'n. No G, he can't be believe'n in the trinty. where talk'n about her just isn't nice, still 2 fingers so the rest think twice. Pale rider way, where only God is 2 play. Believe in or not, even 4giveness can stop...