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~~Vitality Complex Pt.2~~
IP:
Horizontal Buildings Engineered By 3rd Class Breadwinners..
Outside I View A Picketing Cycle Lead By A Single Sinner..
All Tha Followers Jumping On That Singled Out Band Wagon..
Fighting To Rid Tha Devil From Products Of Tha Mans Lagging..
Catching An Echo In That Compact Space Of My Own Memory..
As I Tread Paces In A Place Of Death Preying From Pregnancy..
Or More Like Straying Away, 9 Months Leads To Dissaster..
Eventually Leads To A Hellraiser Using A New Name Of Master..
Demise Education Is Now Taught In Tha New Skool Of Living..
10 Degrees Of Vision I See A Half Made Apostate Of Whising..
A Single Housing Compartment Goes Into A State Of Emergency..
Impossing A Acquring For Tha 50 Acres Where Hermits Sleep..
A One Man Army Consisting Of 5 Human Beings In Mind Solitary..
Not Law Abiding People But Hold A Medium Status Of Honourary..
Burried Like Monetaries, Lapsed When Concealing Tha Chest..
Birds Eye View Is Subversive, Im No Feather Im Only A Crest..
Adolescence Show Interest In Everything Untill They Exit..
A Few Are Dislexic, While 50 Percent Are On Top Of Deaths Lips..
Or Forget To Mention Watching A Loved One Die This Day..
A Questionnaire That Quotes That "90 Percent Of Men Say"..
That They Will Never Discard Tears And Continue Being Manly..
Thats When A Boeing Hits Your House And Contains Your Family..
Your Whole Generation On A Vacation, Now Your Hearts In Ruins..
Pain Or Felicity Is Whats Looming, Wonder What Y'all Choosing?
Gangsta Rap Is Confusing, I Can Never Improve In Defecting..
Soldiers Establishing Battle Ground Outside, Im Not Effected..
By Tha Death Game Being Played, Im Too Busy Twiddling Thumbs..
Or Counting Tha Ticks Of Tha Mobile Sun, Tha Destiny Of Sum..
Sitting On Tha Opperation Of A Craftsman, Its All Clockwise..
I Climb Tha Mountain During Tha Avalance And See Tha Rocks Die..
I Trip Over Tha Footpath Which Is Hidden Beneath Tha Sacrilege..
Tha Biggest Fan Of Tha Home Side, In Tha Match Never Happening..
Im Tha Weeds In Tha Garden Of Edan Feeling Tha Mowers Blade..
Tha Environmentalist Wit A House Isolated In An Empty Glade..
I Have No Motivational Drive In This Traffic Of Urbanisation..
Lost In 2 Faces Of A Female Whos Feelings For Me Are Wasteness..
Tha Flavour Of Life Is Tastless, Message Is Tongue Twisting..
A New Soul And Maybe A Essence Is Wit Tha Shopping Listed..
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