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Imitating a wack style...multies don't make the piece
IP:
This complication of our common nation is constant hatred like anger is a compilation//
Sober rights activists activate former plight concentration on the right postulation// Insipid kids out to prove the city gives hounds an ounce of truth so kids can get out and move// How much is too much of sorrow drowning the souls of those who sit about aloof// The dragon breathes fire on dire straights, straight into the eyes of prior liars and fakes// Acting like the retired are mired in wealth and fame, the same hour these powers line their banks// My insecurity is enless tyranny in the face of kids who cheerin' me to suspend this purely// Out of spite and relentless energy, it's defenseless heresy attemptin' to prevent this wearily// Most folks yellin' bloody murder against their own people when they know no personal burgulars// And their friends is at home watching America's Most wondering if America has ever heard of him// It's like living in the secular with hecklers tryin to wreck it up for the rest of us// While petulant indescretion is left to corrupt the best of the bunch is left caressin' the punch// Seemingly long-horn devils are wrong in turn strong in merit in this harmful land and hell hole// This man is sterile so my hand is heralded as the land of marrow, you need to understand my peril// Systematic in this simple matter while i assist the drastic, I sit back and watch the system's magic// Black powder spread on our brothas and sistas is tragic, so I resist while they enlist our black kids// And our penchant to pench hit for rich kids is bitch shit, precision nomatics known to hover// Above mourning mothers and brothas, mothafuckas and other lovers stuck at home to cover// Dead bead dads the government is bludgeonin' with clubs and whips, and no substenace for grub and chips// The pockets tight like Parasuckos on blubber, I shudder to think the Good Ole boys love ta rub it in// They're cunning like serpents and perps on the mean streets cleanin' out the weak peeps on purpose// Now you got the street sweeps tryin' to keep peace but no one ever seems to see relief on the surface// Uh...a bunch of fucking words.... |
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