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Story So Far The Four Years

: Here is a little story that I made up So Let's make believe Four years ago I had a party that was too much fun for me Boy there's a sexy guy He

when Morgan still felt something. No longer Morgan's like a slave, three feet of paper and a family of four. Morgan wonders why his wife is so slow, blames

I love dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So

the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far nigga!) I might wear black four years

Upon our destiny I have walked through the Valley of death-row to the shore I have stumbled through silvery water To my Savior, my Salvador It took me four years

Yeah, how many hitters can stand the rain? This is only a test I told you it was commin We in front of the scenes and in back of the scenes So what you

DNA structure that would ensure his creation Had talent far surpassing the average individual At the time, one subject of urban myth was the story that

in the United States Rested on a table nearby His mind began to wander across the miles Back to other Sunday mornings that seemed so long ago Now and so far

the boogie to the boogie Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie Let's rock, you don't stop Rock the riddle that will make your body rock Well so far