VERSE 1 Hua Jang's beauty made for ballerina days Graceful like giraffes in the serengeti rays Lifes ideal with the Dear Leader The famine is deaths hand out to greet her Home is where the sun don't rise where her views see through the world of watching eyes 'Cause her eyes, they've seen some things K Pop dancing and along she sings Neon lights seen through USB's sneaked in Now it's time Hua Jang starts Seoul seeking She's got a dream she can't escape And a country to escape The darkness can't hide the hope in her eyes But the moon reveals how death has replied Black hair like seaweed beneath the ice Freedom is her prize but it comes at a price CHORUS FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM Free from fetters, free from the letter of the Law To enjoy treehouse views with awe Free to information free from these walls Free to find help everytime we fall VERSE 2 Pindrops of light, her dream is the same Same lights reveal more scars and pain But the fragrances leave her her amazed Scallion pancakes, donkey dumplings, the array Forlorn, the shadows her friend by day And nightfall helps keep the law force at bay Introduced by her broker to her husband to be Perhaps her days pass peacably He dotes on her and language will not impede His desire to implant his seed Survival comes natural like a baby's burp Another force in her life where she's been ursurped Undesired kicked out, lives were risked Coming to this land, of fury and fists She returns to the dark, a faithful friend But there's no protection from the wolves they send Alone in a basement dimly lit Met by her Motherlord, this is Joseph's pit In the dampness, slowly looking around Just stares, snores, sneers, and sleezy sounds, Young women employed slipping off their gowns Hua Jang's still looking for what she hasn't found CHORUS FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM FREEDOM Free from fetters, free from the letter of the Law To enjoy blue skies from seasaws Freedom from lies and deception Free to live a life beyond one's own perception VERSE 3 Hua Jang's found her Seoul in the neon lights The stars remind her of her darkest nights Dwean Jang stew enjoying every bite Overpowering just for a second, her arduous plight Like Peter Munk, Kastner Train, there's been loss It seems freedom like a jukebox has a cost Hope she's learned is a sword two-edged Loyalty, countless times she pledged Hope is for earth, in the neon lights she finds Bittersweet the soul, below the 38th line

CHORUS T dot love TO love to know love That's the TO way T dot love TO love to know love Living to die how we show love T dot love TO love to know love That's the TO way T dot love TO love to know love Living to die how we show love VERSE 1 I can't lie, I feel like a gold brick start the day right my mind on Proverbs 3:6 In all your ways acknowledge Him He will keep your path a hundred like Donovan back in '96 and in '96, All Eyez on Me and Makaveli hits And in '96 wondering why El Shaddai hung His Son on the Cross to die For my sins, too much butter on my dark rye Tequilla nights but I'm NOT one of those guys I guess it's all relative Comared to never sounds that negative Luke 7:47 changed it up though Forgiven little love little it what is says so This is the new energy, Forgiven much loved much, God's word to me I'm a sinner with a Saviour The butter in croissants making it the right flavour We're all hellbent on sin truth be told The Wolf of Wallstreet lifestyle unfolds Tequilla nights remember black outs Liquour before beer, yes please to black stoute So let's raise a glass to all the bread winners Then Twist & Shout 'Cause it's Guiness for the winners Guiness for the winners T dot love is what it's all about CHORUS VERSE 2 Rolling through the 6 chopsticks in my pocket Appetite for Destruction, eating pizza pockets On the Red Rocket now I'm heading for a slice Bitondo's, it's a way of life Rustic Bakery, Rustic Bakery Prosciutto on my pizza, just like caligraphy Feeling Island Foods with the Channa Roti A table in the wilderness, Manna only? Childhood memories, uma's pierogi's Hand rolled dough, groundbeef pierogis May joy sprout to happily ever afters 'Till then I break bread with Dr. Laffa Yu Seafood, I eat food Dim Sum with winsome women Hong Kong Milk Tea tasty Sesame Lotus Ball pastries In Markham, then stopping for Laghman Head bobbing, knocking Hail Mary VC rim rocking, Kawhi squatting, homerun Walking 'Touch 'em all Joe', bat flip Tossing, OOhh, Mr. Jerk Your Curry Goat portions got me napping in the dirt WIth the rie and beans if you know what I mean TO love is on the scene jellybean. CHORUS OUTRO So many lights in the city Girls looking pretty Skintones run the gamut There goes my mountain rabbit San Toki Toki yah, uh rae lo kan yun yah (Korean language) Gam jak Gam jak dwee myun suh, (Korean language) uh rae lo kan yun yah (Korean language) K Town Bloor Christie K Town K Town Yonge and Finchie K Town Greenfield Market Kimchi Ronces...

VERSE 1 It was all a dream, Eve and Adam never ate from the tree Life in the garden roses and bumble bees No ozone layer concerns and skin cancers This is paradise, just ballerina dancers Every question one poses to God there's an answer This is paradise, both hands orange fantas White hursts ride around bumping California love But the plan from the start, Jesus' blood? Is it safe to assume we were set up to fall By the same mind behind maple leaves in the fall Ephesian's 1:5 how else can one interprete That this was His will and the fall was deliberate So I'm just a puppet on a string With the puppet master playing all the pongs and the pings CHORUS Death and regrets holding hands But that aint forever 'cause God's got a plan Crushed on the Cross there's a boo boo on his head The accusations of the ruler of this age now dead The tombs empty, death has lost its sting Fall turns to winter and winter to spring VERSE 2 Can it be I haven't lived as I should have Running for the riches and away from these torn rags How can it be that life is so senseless A star on the field but always keeping warm benches My cars parked, how it get dented? You set me up to fail so yes unrepentant Disease, pain, suffering and then death? Where's my tux, top hat, and cane, Lloyd Christmas fresh I remember walking up and down the stairs at age nine asking why do we die? to no reply. BRIDGE I wish I would have known from the start Inside a stone shaped like a heart Forgive me Lord, I've sinned again Pave my path with grace like Boyz II Men CHORUS VERSE 3 Discipline is love, here comes the white hurst Hebrews chapter 12, the sixth verse There's a light I see at times a joke Running through life mirrors and smoke Unthinkable right, life without death Poetry and no chess Spirit and no flesh The pursuit of joy to my end of days that's a life worth living, wouldn't you say? Brooklyn uprock to lifes earthquakes Life conceives death, how much a birth ache Death conceives life, what a paradox like it entails death to enjoy this curry ox CHORUS

CHORUS I got the mark of your hand tattooed on my rear Same hand healing wounds, clears away my tears imperfect presence, drumsets and snowboards, the perfect presents, time and money to afford VERSE 1 Growing up I had a little too much energy Falling down stairs knocking over hot barley tea On my fathers leg, that did not end well I felt the fury of when my father's hand fell left cheek, right cheek, right cheek, right cheek, Hence I love the boom baps, and this funky beat, Uma comforted me, big sister asked to see I showed the mark of what my father's hand had done to me There I was, in the bathroom mirror Eyes tearing up and reflection, less clear CHORUS VERSE 2 Uba's hand, my fathers hand, in a foreign land Keep your dreams alive, time is quicksand Trips to Disney World, I hope you understand Memories don't lie, you're a good man I've heard it said that it's hard to find a good man Tequilla nights yet you tried to understand Sacrifice displayed, faithful from day to day Your presence, like the early morning sunrays Truthfully, it's hard to understand your ways, Your fist through the wall, I guess we are just jars of clay Black holes bring confusion like Confucian Black holes play use your illusion CHORUS VERSE 3 I guess it started young, I liked risk Charging down big hills with the big kids I was going fast, I was a bit scared I made it to the bottom, but I was not prepared I pulled the handle brakes, I got Jordan air Over the handle bars, all the kids stared My face skated along the concrete like the great one Scrape Scrape, fork and knife peameal bacon My fathers hand with the cotton balls and alcohol Bringing healing to my fall, he heard me call CHORUS

VERSE 1 Full lips almond eyes and a heart of gold Jeon JiHyun eyebrows and calves like bosc pears sold! Ms. Bonita Applebum was like a cobra clutch But man the sensations I felt from her touch From first glance I knew she would be mine 'Cause like Nas said, 'The World is Mine' Day & night, the LORD heard my cries To one day, gaze into almond eyes Eyes lock, pop & lock, yeah we had us some fun Hit the dance floor looking like Michael Jackson Moon walk, Moon walk, Moon walk, all the way to New York Empire state of mind I'm on top of the world This is the good life with my sassy girl VERSE 2 Coo Coo for Kyoto passing over the pacific First class everything, let's get specific First class sake and first class sushi, Uh huh, and first class tooshie, Uh oh, it's seems my apple was rotten to the core Her mind on the money and wanting it to pour No heart of gold, just a gold digger, Ms. Applebum eventually got bigger Now known as Ms. Fuji Applebum The apple of my eye? Sayonara we're done Oh where is my sassy girl, guess it's to the next... What did Jack Donaghy call her? Oh yeah the one. El uno. VERSE 3 The search goes on, natural beauty I desire Like Victoria Falls or Heaven on fire My genesis brings me to the motherland Seoulmate searching, that's the masterplan No 8, no 9, no I'm looking for a 10 Even if that means finding it in 10 women But Ohhh, out the corner of my eye A Toucan Sam scent like a fresh baked apple pie I follow my nose and what do I see That delightful fragrance hanging from a tree

LETTER 1 My Dearest Wormwood, Your plan for death is all wrong The plan is to keep your patient spiritually dead and gone A newby to the church, he's ripe for the picking Prey on preconceptions of what is Christian living His dreams to become like the Enemy But when the rubber hits the road, we'll be sending he Down the road to perdition, he'll be confused Disappointed, disillusioned, with the path choosed Disillusioned, knowing all the effort he's put in The dryness of the wilderness, off putting The Enemy has fantasies about His vermin Disgusting little things to become His free servants Sons and daughters and Him as the Father Spiritual with the physical, fish out of water His goals for their freedom they get no free rides He has them do it on their own and that's where you reside That's our chance and there's the danger When truth and emotions aren't Perfect Strangers He allows disappointments for faith to take root That's our joy, to trample and uproot We're in the business of undermining faith And from having any virtues find a foot place SINcerely yours, Uncle Screwtape LETTER 2 My fondest Wormwood, Luck's on our side With Stu moving home, it's time for lullabys Work closely with Glucose who's in charge of the mother And build up a mutual annoyance of the other I've written a list, if you wish take a peak Take your time, unwind, while I go take a leak I'll turn Dawson's into Screwtape's Creek Red wine goes in and comes out my Twin Peaks Point two, when hands fold into a prayer pose Itchy nose, stubbed toes, wilted red petal roses Are all a means to distract But if his focus remains intact Her sins are his focus, use that as a means For any behaviours he finds inconvenient Rubbing the wounds of the day Burn baby burn 'till explosions give way For example, that expression of face Is so delicious the way it irritates Let him stew in that hate Stu will stew in that wait... Hold on, point three is for another day Warmly Yours, Uncle Screwtape LETTER 3 My imbalanced Wormwood, Delirious with joy, You're drunk making waste of our little mammas boy A first in your career, you labour with reward But if you ever sing Soprano again in A chord The red wines gotten to your head and this we can't afford Fear's our playground another casualty of war Did it work? Images of the future? I love planting pictures of males being neutured The first sip is always the deepest But if you lose Stu, Strike Three like high heaters You'll be eternally thirsting that first sip And that's just the icebergs tip Remember that duty comes before pleasure And at the snap of my fingers you're name can turn to Heather Less is more, fear is our weapon Run imagination run, no half stepping Just take a step back and enjoy desperation Him dropping to his knees begging for inattiention 'Cause he loves, he loves, he loves, inattention Boredom's not permitted, keep him within the fence and Let your clothes fool him, Little Bo Peep Masquarading as an angel, we play for keeps I need not remind you the taste of lost souls Cinnamin Toast Crunch inside cereal bowls And a Chalice of Despair, full to the brim To be enjoyed at your every whim, Uncle Screwtape LETTER 4 My Young Wormwood, As I mentioned before Options still abound, let's look at point four In the trough, sexual temptations have no peer I've got me a pretty cageful down here There inner world so cold, pervesions unfold Gold Wormwood, gold! Pleasure, in its healthiest form Means we're playing with what the Enemy has born This is useless unless we make good use of it So think like the Enemy and do the opposite You look surprised that He doesn't use lifes peaks To grow them to His likeness so hence, hide and seek We want their wills absorbed into ours But the Enemy desires in them display His power To fill the world with mini me's of Himself To freely conform with His Spirits help We want herds of cattle to mindlessly obey He wants them to shine bright like Sun rays We are empty darkness that need to be filled His fullness flows over to His children revealed He doesn't ravish but can only WOOO The lengths to have them stand on their own two And if only there's a will to walk He is pleased Even with their stumbles, Wormwood don't be deceived Our cause is never more in danger than when These vermin scum don't desire but still intend To do the Enemies will without a trace Of His presence, forsaken, now that would be a waste So this opportunity can't be trifled with Turning Hell into their Heaven, Oh aren't we Devilish So we increase the craving to the point of enslaving Diminishing pleasures little Stu is behaving Like he just hit the lotto his face so full of glee Dancing all around like he's holding in his pea We give him nothing reaching deep into his soul The joy of our father, Wormwood this is our goal, Uncle Screwtape LETTER 5 My Lovely Wormwood, I signed off in haste My apologies, my mind's still on little Stu's face You are the milk in his cup of Early Grey His heart and mind foggy as he goes about his day Benevolence he shows to those he barely knows And a malice to his loved ones from a heart ice cold He asks where'd that come from, we'll keep him in the dark Devils don't exist, what's that movie? I love that part And if any doubt in his mind starts to linger Red tights, two horns, a pitch fork for mind pictures Then tend to the business of ambition for his living Success is the end faith the means, make that his thinking If the Enemy loves him, doesn't he deserve Matthew 5:5 isn't that the Enemies Word? And it doesn't matter what the worldly end Social causes over prayers or sacraments Forever Yours, Uncle Screwtape LETTER 6 Dearest Wormwood, You're really swinging for the fences Success is sexy ladies and big benzes? Granted, that's schemes been used to our advantage Twenty inch rims and Candy Cane Candace A patient on arrival down here once disclosed He spent his best years watching fire places glow Inconsequential, these sins may seem small But like all young temptors you seek Niagara Falls Sin is sin, anyone will do the job Of pushing little Stu towards our mighty god Murder or magic tricks because the safest road To Hell is gradual with only gentle slopes No sudden turnings, big bumps or milestones Daylight slowly fading on all the signposts For the glory of our might god, Uncle Screwtape