Emotionless bodies, people blocked by their own futures
They can't help where they lived, The mind of the shooter
Where his rage lives, demented, and twisted, no doubt
He was used to winnin, At the cost of a Life Losin Out
We blame the invisible ghost, who wasn't known by Him though
We know the Ghost can change into anything...
...So we convince him to turn into the Scapegoat
So the killer leaves blameless, But he leaves without his soul
And the soul continues on seprately, and here we have a ghost..

So many things wrong with our Government, because their so Stout
Dealin with so many of the results...Of their takin the wroung Route
We don't know about this.. They claim these people don't exist
Or they did die...in the 18 minutes someone slits their wrists
But they lived..Families know, Most Know without A Doubt
But the Killer and his Victims don't exist...
Because like Most of their Garbage..their thrown Out

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Only God can judge me, Who THE FUCK IS YOU?!

Me like!!!!
I be feelin this peace yo..on the word..
Really though..it was dope..nice SS piece..
Vocab was there..flow lost me a few..
But no biggie..hhmmm..not much else to say..
Simple and sweet..props..

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Retarded people's heads are to big..I'll be back with something just as funny as watching the Special Olympics..don't worry..

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