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ey...mani...you've already seen my shit....but from dml i'll drop it again...
freedoms rings Pacing back and forth towards opportunity calling my eyes dribbled tears crossing over to bawling crawling on all fours the floors mapped my stress starting from this hole in the wall to where my head rests to ingest anymore pain....the rain would turn to acid cause it was hard enough not be hard just remaining flacid Everything was plastic....the sharpest point was dulled out and i've tried anything from springs to bed corners to leave my doubts the idea was out...I drew the answer to my memory but it was erased by consequences every light was shimmering I finally gave in..and said "Fuck it...theres no way around this" so my options were obviously escaping or becoming someones bitch relyin on the rich to pay for the food swallowed in my mouth I'd never forgive them for me livin on shit instead of dying without reinacting routes the nightshift slowly thinned out the force determined to do this..i began to quickly move on my course my road was a one laned street and i was hoping for no traffic the path was completing and a dead end was a drawn graphic I couldn't have it..as i darted out to the opening at the end running for my life...i was also wishing for a new one to begin the lights came on...shots started firing at me like a target and over all the noise i could hear the orders from the sergant "Shoot to kill....dont let him leave this prison alive" hearing that i got to the fence right as a bullet pierced my thigh Never slowing down i climbed to the top met by barbwire... and i ripped the shirt off my back just so i could get higher I ran with purpose....again feelin freedom as a thing and while i neared the hill..i escaped....... hearin the alarm of freedoms rings ^ theres a topical heres some battles... this is a battle against some dude named DJtwice or twizzle welcome back duke...s'too bad imma have to beat you in a second round cause the only shit thats spins is when this DJ's turning around ya verse is long...so i'm expectin punches and disses but ya verse still aint makin contact like dudes cyberin with bitches claimin ya stats are godlike...well i couldn't tell you cause I cant get the facts STRAIGHT cause ya GAY dude his talent's like his relationships he doesn't have enough cause his girls are like 56k modems always hangin up I should expose ya mistakes...but damn imma be polite.... and I know his spits are stuck in the middle...cause nothing ever comes out right This fight is given...along with this dudes age old tactics cause Twizzle is more of a washed vet then old chevy classics To ask this I'd be wrong but...dude how could you even rate? i'm like a hungry Michael Ervin the way ya gettin 8 and 8 ......... this is another battle against some dude named Delinquent dopeness runs from this dude..shit and his names a hint that i could give a url to his skill...but even DE link went (delinquent) he couldn't see me if he squint...but i'm not tryin to let you save face cause i'd push you in a gay bar just to put you in your place cmon duke...ya lettin everyone know my punches hurt cause like anorexics with a job...your just light work imma life taker..everyone who faces me faces death so i'll choke em with a baseball glove just to catch his breath he thinks he's hardcore...but watchin porn only makes him HARD... and as for CORE..eatin apples is the only way he'll get that far he's under par....while i'm "Killin headlines" unlike you and ya verse is the only way i'm gonan be the bearer of bad news whatever the decision s'cool pZ
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