Flyweight
From: Reppin tha Northern Lights! |
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ideas come to mind at 4:30am
IP:
mentals running rampant; feds got you cornered; loosing sleep//
feet are on the edge, engulfed in silence; in too deep//
gaining knowledge in the game; confronting those that cheat//
smack officials down,' with a fist, and leathal heart that bleeds//
seeking the riotious path, seen out the corner of an eye//
taking notice to expressions, subliminal messages imply//
time passes to this day, yet you still ask why//
yet I seem to ask the same question, why some, live a lie//
with these ways and means; there's just no way of telling//
hard to keep focus, of this thought, creatin' rhyme's, compelling//
dealin' with pressures adding up, victum of youth rebellin'//
too many thoughts compressed in the brain; as if the mind is swelling//
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