Banned: Spamming
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LoL
truth stated, the youths fate is in these hands of mine
feeling rusty. . sweeping the dusty sands of time
from the clocks face, heated, so the block stays seated
as we pace streets and lace beats with great speech then
amaze the weak at heart with a love sonnet that boasts
in relationships, sometimes Distance can bring you close
and thats realer than most quotes, gentle my form
Cams the walking metaphor only here to settle scores
i adore the basic bass kick, the sudden drum snare
the mystic enlightenment of a deity thats not there.
yet im freighttfully unaware or the dangers that procede
so i'll seek the aid of a stranger that bleeds like i bleed
and hopefully free his mind, awaken his tainted passion
and decore his minds walls in some spray painted fashion.
im ok, thanks for asking, now kindly fuck off and leave
cuz i wanna be left alone along w/ peace and tranquility.
whats gotten into me? its like i hear the beat amazed
figure fuck it, and start buskin on my quest for change.
the rests been sayed before, but history known to repeat
so let me break it down for those who're still following. .
What you say, and what you do, are completly different views
But if you believe in you, then no one can fault what you do.
So as long as your staying true, and saying what you believe in
Just ignore the pessimists that insist you'll never achieve it. .
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