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When I arrive in the light
Quick thing I did, hoping to start dropping again soon.
...Dear self... we've wept & dried our eyes... We've tried to hide behind brevity's signs Cleverly dined, on most others caring souls Bored and torn more holes & can't let go But they can't know .. Untill we shift our fist Sift our minds until we've spent our sense As our mind's feast on this heap of shit Until it creaps and bends around this hitch ...As a hounding bitch inside this frail coma... Stail torment beside a torrent of inhaled aroma's Of exhaled personna's as we fail to hide the night So we'll travel this path until we arrive in the light. |
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These Type Of Shits Aint Really My Style, The Deep Joints 'to Me' Is Aight For One Listen Or Read, After That It Gets Boring So Fast.. I Can Still Recognize Talent When Its Presented Though & You Definately Have A Gift For Writin. This The Type Of Shit The Real Hip Hop Heads Respect.
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