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			<title>Frenzy</title>
			<description>sex lol</description>
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			<title>Overdue</title>
			<description>http://www.imeem.com/kumathree/music/8vtxS4Vt/9th_wonder_dont_rush_me/ &lt;-----the instrumental</description>
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			<title>Prodigal Son</title>
			<description>Verse 1Long time ago I was taught to call you saviorBut recently there&amp;#8217;s been a change in my behaviorSo easy to believe before I became manThings have changed I just don&amp;#8217;t understand the planIts hard for me think that its all under controlWhen there&amp;#8217;s terror and cha..</description>
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			<title>Leak</title>
			<description>My world aint gray but it bears a grim pallorCovered in the results of dirty doings and past valorLike the miracle of birth on a bathroom floorIll a*s analogy to a room full of doorsChoices to be made its all a game of survivalPosted up on the corner trying to peep my next rivalThe onl..</description>
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			<title>Rage and Privilege</title>
			<description>War, Hunger, Strife urban povertyFacts of life in this world you seeIf they wanted it fixed it&amp;#8217;d be done tomorrowBut there&amp;#8217;s profit pain so they manufacture horrorPower corrupts no matter what the causeAnd those doing good rarely ever get applauseWhen it come down to it We ..</description>
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			<title>Life Support</title>
			<description>Life and death exist on the same planeTwo different journey&amp;#8217;s that both calling your nameNo crossroads to be found your choice remains activeThe paths intertwine based on what you find attractiveLife and death are not beginning and endBut destinations to be reached not by chance or..</description>
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			<title>Testimony</title>
			<description>http://www.imeem.com/kumathree/music/onw8eYdL/kuma_testimony/</description>
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			<title>Praise</title>
			<description>Brought up in the church I aint always been holyGod could have gave up but he had a plan to mold meThrough my worldly doings and my darker daysGod sent folk with a word to sayHe sent his one son what a gift to give So I die everyday thru me his glory livesThieves in the night tribulations ever..</description>
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			<title>Peace</title>
			<description>I got up one morning and asked who I wasCouldn&amp;rsquo;t recognize my face still had remnants of buzzKinda scared me at first when I couldn&amp;rsquo;t place my faceMy body hadn&amp;rsquo;t caught up to my living fast pacedI lost my sense of self tried to find it in the mirrorThe longer I looked the mor..</description>
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