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Above Originality
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IP:
Pardon my Speech
-Just Sand
Just stand…for your right…with my face in the way,
Its just sand without the T in the way.. My fist to your face.
Around and about I move swift with lurking daggers,
I stagger behind the chipped corner waiting for victims.. To bag ‘em.
Shadows in the night become my closest friends,
Stuffing the stainless steel to confinement ..
… where people could not find it.
I make sure its placed with comfort so I could easily bend.
Plotting this set of anger nicely with gruesome,
Wanting every single “CONFIDENCE” he’s got since he grew some.
The world spins in the opposite direction,
A misconception on the diluted pounds of retention.
I walk miles of pain till its down to the last crop,
The taste becomes bitter with a gag at the end of each drop.
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Headaches become heavier with burden sleepin‘,
Righteous living becomes a giving but not me I stay hidden’.
Some say good ridden… but I stand against they’re mockery,
Holding in malarkey -
my thoughts take pictures of this like pornography.
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I pull the lethal out and make it scream and shout,
BANG-
The trigger is pulled with a small stick and a paper written out!
BANG-
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The joke was on you but it was also on me,
Tears fall from the audience and laughter falls upon thee.
My head sticks to my chin and my pride is drowned,
Unemployment accrues to me since I wasn't one with the crowd.
I sleep in a broken alley where the trash bins sleep,
Smiling my way for a penny to a quarter with nothing to eat.
Creeping into shadows so i could hide my screams,
at the same time while i waste it...
... i also hide away my dreams
-All I want is to see laughter again
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Chryme Syndicate
-Chalkin' Up Your Future
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