Bargalaorg I missed an update Bargalaorg is my plan to date That cutie contraband A say it like I got a mic in my hand Bargalaorg is the sound it makes when my train of thought jumps the tracks crash into an orphanage and change my raps.
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Bargalaorg is my defense through stupid peeps' incompetence Take the high ground, Move on through Give a pound to my favorite Jew Rock the mic and keep my cool true blue with you, I play the fool To every little bit of sin that tries to bring my soul Down to your level where the hatred's somethin' pitiful
Bargalaorg as I close the door on relationships Afraid of the loneliness after the reticule Pretend I don't give a slip up on what I meant to say Now I'm the fool, Bargalaorg I need help like my name is crash On bended knee the Lord I ask and His help is coming fast.
Time and time again he takes it all away Forget everything that I wanted and wake another day Step back into independence Won't be livin' in dependence Drop the fake and keep the blessin' Guessin' I'ma learn a lesson Take a test, push through depression Bargalaorg is my confession.
Wounded egos that I'm caressing my own schedule that I keep missing I dream of peace for my friends and of a girl I want to be kissing Bargaloarg all the time I'm thinking alone in the world I'd be freaking but for me it is He that is guiding No longer from the light am I hiding.
Never flip sentence structure for the sake of a rhyme, or drop cliches instead the real to keep it in time. Sometimes my poems take a hit and I lose my sight of exactly what He wants for me and how I'll survive. It hurts to think it's over now, but I wasn't strong And my honesty is what will always keep me from wrong, I wrote a song or two in pain but I'm gonna move right along Learn from experience, my daily bread to move and keep on.
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Bargalaorg is my defense
through stupid peeps' incompetence
Take the high ground, Move on through
Give a pound to my favorite Jew
Rock the mic and keep my cool
true blue with you, I play the fool
To every little bit of sin that tries to bring my soul
Down to your level where the hatred's somethin' pitiful
Bargalaorg as I close the door on relationships
Afraid of the loneliness after the reticule
Pretend I don't give a slip
up on what I meant to say
Now I'm the fool, Bargalaorg
I need help like my name is crash
On bended knee the Lord I ask
and His help is coming fast.
Time and time again he takes it all away
Forget everything that I wanted
and wake another day
Step back into independence
Won't be livin' in dependence
Drop the fake and keep the blessin'
Guessin' I'ma learn a lesson
Take a test, push through depression
Bargalaorg is my confession.
Wounded egos that I'm caressing
my own schedule that I keep missing
I dream of peace for my friends
and of a girl I want to be kissing
Bargaloarg all the time I'm thinking
alone in the world I'd be freaking
but for me it is He that is guiding
No longer from the light am I hiding.
Never flip sentence structure for the sake of a rhyme,
or drop cliches instead the real to keep it in time.
Sometimes my poems take a hit and I lose my sight
of exactly what He wants for me and how I'll survive.
It hurts to think it's over now, but I wasn't strong
And my honesty is what will always keep me from wrong,
I wrote a song or two in pain but I'm gonna move right along
Learn from experience, my daily bread to move and keep on.
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