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~Think of your self... sittin alone in a dark room~
~You just go into an agrument with your parents~
~They never listen to you...
~Then an instrument comes on... an Eminem an Canibus start to go off~
Torment pulsed with choas punches pumpin adrinalin rushin
Coats an hangers trash bags an clothing time for running ~
Bombs alined for explosion throats' swollen crimes are chosen
Exposin whats ever left bullets in the gun unleashed for showin~
The Rage caged left in bottles swallowed in cornacopials
Felts death in subject matters not shinned lil scorpios~
Nerdish words preserved by sweddish odviously observed
The Curvs on the streets when movin... i miss the clergy~
Turning back? not an option the pain is pouring thru my optics
Flockics of sirens lights blairin like diamonds... cources arisin~
Faces flyin right in site flippin like pages then ends at the faces
Your heart rate dropped esphogus poundin lights crop up~
Ending seems to be never ending screaming of their voices are nearing
Stiring back to the tracks relax, fuck relax bars r only things u fearing~
Appealing a to stop running outta breath all the sounds have seem to pause
Promted to falling on hands an knees gasping with gravel in ya pawls~
Blocks away still tearing.. still scary... still heavy an still feelin wery
Darkness... then illusions feeling clueless all spookness...
then awaked by suns bacon can quite make it foodless~
Then alarmed not by clocks or *click* knots...
But by the usual "Wack Up" its still hots~
Morals Are Hidden... This One Isn't... Complex/Simple ...
What Cha Think Dunny's...
Ceasar - On3
(Oh This Is My First Drop too)
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