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I didn't get but a little bit But still dreamt After I wake up, I wake up again It's not easy to bend time how I do it I had the knack I suppose Knee full of fluid She had me running back X's and O's she know what she doin' Daylight crack under curtains We lay spooning bodies wrapped up Cups swollen belly A serpent moving counterclockwise, counterclockwise One city sleep durag tied The other bare it's teeth as it opens it's eyes Never the twain shall meet I know she was a pro how she slid out the bedsheets Grasping, gasping fish I slide 'em in the fresh grease Spattering, sputtering epithets I dance out and niggas reach like sweet pea gigglin' Like it's sweet in the streets Maybe it is, I just speak for me Scolding water the wash basin fogged the mirrors Start my day but the other place still feel realer Turn of phrase, just a bit, I got power steerin' The woods gave way to a clearin' Where I knew they were waitin' for my appearance Letras de canciones[?] ancient, faceless but I knew who they are That's because he was the only human being they had captured, the CIA had captured, he was also the only human being that they had available to torture, and they created a fictitious person described previously as an Al Qaeda representative The CIA cables showed, for seventeen straight days, they cycled through each one of these techniques, the walling, the waterboarding, the-the-the confined spaces, the [?], and these locked together so they can't move— A leader [?] ,the father of justice said "we're giving permission to torture him, assuming these facts are true". In fact, the CIA knew they weren't true, and as I said earlier, had been told by the FBI– From Letras Mania