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IP:
its been a while.
I've become vegetable in my thoughts.
The home, buds grime into the hood, rot
Ha. But there's always the light at the end
Some monumental heighth to be climbed, over the fence
Story of my life, Our lives.. We're one in the same
Thrown in the shark tank, linked to struggle by simliar chain
And it fades, Generation by Generation it wades
So, we drown in the liquid we're born into each day
Yes, and on the pipe plays, so desolate and bare
Playing an old man's tune, blind in his stare
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..:: Artik In The Phlesh::..
.Re-Writing The Re-Run.
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