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Non Phixion - Black Helicopter

NuclearConcepts
I'm not perfect.. i wish i acted perfect..
I could tell ppl i'm not perfect, and i'm acting perfect..
i feel like i'm lacking purpose..so i stash the hurt in..
side, that why i rag on certain kids.. its like my past is turnin..
into an acid curtain.. and i'm trapped with words in..
so i try to laugh and turn it into a bunch of rapping verses..
Til the day the gats is burstin at my back and sternum..
..i tap the surgeon and ask him how that gash incerted..
Feel me but cant see me like the laughing gas is on..
Still breathe after you kill me cuz i'm past the wrath of song..
..Standin back so long.. its like my spine is bout to break..
Understand my wrongs.. but its like my rights are now mistakes..
I shout my thanks.. for my ability to free my roped in thoughts..
Hope they caught.. so people relize that i spoke whats taught..
Soaked in clocks.. but still no time to spill my mind of what i need..
Tucked beneath a comfort speech on life to help us fuckin breathe..

PlayedWords
As the sentence grows..with a bended flow ending those..
Who wouldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole..
Dynamic rhyme patterns inject, inflict, invent mind graphics..
I'm classic..if only someone would define average..
My fate's subjected to life's waste..
My mind's pace pressed on my page..
Up-high states get me irate..
My life's trapped in a cage..wrapped in a page of passion and rage..
I'm not so happy to say..it's back to the maze..
Of finding my heart..while the thieves fly with the stars..
And fire from afar..I'm dying in parts..
My inside is gone..what's left of my soul..
Is inside this song..You won't be crying for long..
I'm flying with haunts..dropping knowledge..
And firing taunts..I'M TIRED OF ALL YOUR TIRED RESPONSE..
I sit atop this board as the king..and admire the pawns..
As boredom rings..I'm writing the song..to explore things..
You missed in your last life..i'm past strife..i'm ready to pass knifes..
To the guts of wretched half-lifes..this is the last fight..
With black knights that act white..the records scratch when i laugh right..
While grasping the graphics of a sad life thru graphite..
And that's right..
I've passed thru hell..with my back to the ropes..
Masturbating my heart back to health without a fraction of hope..
I put listeners first..but cliques twist my words'n..
Dismiss the curtains..that i use to cloak their thoughts on what's cool or not..
I try to uplift urbans..to the sub...ground..
Love is the only emotion in me above sound..


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