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From: Wackness Village...Yowzee. |
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Underworld, yo.
IP:
Resolving Situations Using Guidance From Experience & Encounters.
Getting Dragged Down In Criminal Undergrounds Acquired By Bouncers.
Murky Puddles Fulfill The Emptiness Of Vacant Expressions From Faces.
Bags Of Coke Piled Up On The Table, Gazed By People Of All Origins & Races.
Drips Of Rain, Pummel My Head As I Wander The Dismal Stone Cast Walls.
I Catch A Glimpse Of Violence, Distracted...As My Balance Weakens,& I Fall.
Embarassed, yet Im Cautious To Protect My Identity, Life, & Above All Respect.
But, At That Moment, The Pair Locked In Combat Until, 1 Syringue, Splices A Neck.
Im Panicking, Theres Not A Valid Reason, Shall I Run? No, Theyll Suspect.
Never Seen This Environment, But.."Fuck?", My Dad Stumbles Out Of a Room, Accompanied by two hoes, completly..Wrecked
Yowzee, that was a freestlye yo. i know the last line is stretched,but meh, who gives a shit.
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