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Middle Weight
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IP:
ight i'll drop 10 lines & c wut happens
Thru my tortured-soul im the victim of misfortunes-told
It seems like im forcin-flows
so i burn my rhymes but inside im torchin-more
The days of my life seem to happen too-quick
And thats jus anotha day i did nothing not really help the movement
It seems that lifes to short but i can picture heaven
Young foreva,everythings free,no deadly sins of seven
Eveythings perfect no mistakes nothings irrate
No one dehydrates and we see people happy on their die-day
Of course i know that its only pictures inside my head
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Choose words carefully when you address me
You ain't gotta like me, but you're gonna respect me
(Or else) or else you get wet like a jigsknee
Take ten of these and live, that'll impress me
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