If you truly get in touch with a piece of carrot, you get in touch with the soil, the rain, the sunshine. You get in touch with Mother Earth and eating in such a way, you feel in touch with true life, your roots, and that is meditation. If we chew every morsel of our food in that way we become grateful and when you are grateful, you are happy.

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Devil Without a Cause
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Ca sĩ: Kid Rock
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You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
 
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion
 
I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And **** all you hoes
 
'Cause it's been a long time comin'
But I finally broke...like an egg yolk I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope ************, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
 
No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, **** the radio...comin' from the are-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges
Up that *** for the 9-8
 
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat out...you diss me punk
That's when I pull a strap out
 
And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a ****-****-****ing your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this ****, Top Dog...I'm the see-E-O
Role model, your mother-****ing H-E-are-O
My motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin'."
 
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees
 
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the ****'s goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
And it's all good...I got love for my honkeys
 
We roll thick...kick *** like donkeys
Anybody ****'s with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
 
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
I'm going Platinum
I'm going Platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
 
Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
Yeah we come to party
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and $700 dinners
 
From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record execs
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
 
Bet that *** hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was ****ing runny
Now my ****in' bunnies gettin' ****in' Matchbox 20 money
 
************s want to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
All the **** we talked, all the **** we dreamed
I did it without you...got a brand new team
 
No triple beams...it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies...only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
 
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the **** you talk
 
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc
You're too old to kid...too soft to rock
Already did what most love shout
7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out
 
And there ain't no doubt...in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time
 
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
 
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe see
I'm the J-O-E to the see hoe
Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco
 
I'm a freak hoe...call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot ****
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And run through town like I'm goin' through wine
 
It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but small as ***
Watch me cash...smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
 
Highest voice like Aaron Nevelle
And I'm down with The Devil
Say we like to party, rock the party
 
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
 
Devil without a cause... I'm going platinum