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Listen Between the Lines
IP:
Listen...I'm the eruption in the Red Light District
even if u don't pay attention u won't miss it//
What am I? ...sorta sounds like genocide./
pandemonium.the whistle of bullets raining from a killa-sky//
A Killa-guy is not quite I. I'm thunderous rhythms when gods-Cry/
The click that brings horror to a thug guy's-eye//
I'm the cough of sickness, ever relentless/
the sound of Mr.Grim's pencil scratchin names off his hit-list//
Wishless bitches gettin paid for sex position switches/
in their never ending quest of financial richness//
some say-man I'm the clatter of change-cans/
I'm the sermon from the pastor dedicated to save-man//
soundless as a broken heart just as broken as the home it derived/
the same sound as a man dead once he arrived//
__________________________/V\/\m__m/V\v/\v\/(pulse)
The pulse of life reborn, from death's grip torn/
or new birth rings loud like fog horns//
The fire of burning desire sparking its embers/
Melodies of love's 1st sighting still young and tender//
Just remember the past of the hands we've been dealt/
cuz even if u're deaf these sounds can still be felt//
just Listen......
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