Woke up today and my throat was unbearably sore. I was going to call up my girlfriend and talk to her, and lay down some vocals on a new song I'm recording, and call an auction this evening, and everything.

Well, that last bit about the auction isn't true. But my throat still hurts like hell.

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what do you teach your children about me?
what do you teach your little children about me?
pimp, thug, bling drug lord of the undergrounded kings
how can you be so sure i won't call down the rain?
what do you teach your little children about me?
you point your gun, wait, hide and run. i see it plain