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IP:
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon as i walked across my grave
gazing past my tomb confused assuming i'd lost the way
when God had played his chips an paper in favor of my behavior
i'd came to the plate but became afraid so with satan i ditched the savior
but shit's the same here the rain appears in this weird mysterious fashion
ashamed the tears mirror the peers that just adhere to cash in
on the passion of the bastard who plastered his scripture in the classroom
attacked the last youth who tagged epitaths on the casts of sad truths
and had you asked whom it was that tugged the rug from beneath my feet
i would have answered it was the cancer that had entranced earth's beat
breath in now breath out the doubts that drowned and pound the sentences
forever dissmisive of the clowns when the frown is where the intrest is
and in most instances a princess lives amidst the changing climates
though i suggest you keep your distance kid from these vicious primates
for crime rates are cheap and peeps seek to keep the market flooded
martyrs discarded just like carpets by the heartless bludgeoned
the garbage i'd trudged in then rushed in to accept a sex deception
except for 2-D artists it's the hardest to harness depth perception
the greatest collection of shards rip fixin to kiss the carnage
take an eraser to her face until this pain is garnished
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be what you speak, never speak on what you be
-Sole
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