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tank on e...a short poem...
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the on ramp is packed with daily thrill seekers.i beep three times and still know one will move.its the same as i walk across a crowded thrity fourth street block.im really not to fond of myself any more.im dead but alive for the hell of it.kill urself, many speak in foul displays of judgement.is that universal law.if things dont pan out the way one gaze upon a lifetime spand.be it as it may.im trapped here on earth in a maze.no feelings left to dispence for others coupled with this notion.im far beyond reach.a simple peach at time cherns a smile from i.i still linger in the eye of old stroms.its very painful.some may never know that type of love an pain.much was gained and cherished in simple ways.it wasnt enuff.to little that voice reverbarated as general.stand up and be a man.weak the stance.providing in other ways had no marks to thee as a real man.take me at times i thought to the most high.can you please just releave the sorrow.im far from a dissapointment trapped in a harlem beer bottle.im num........
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just a hole..a short poem..
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A paln was made.a whore was played.a bitch was slayed.and a negro was paid.backwards they traveled.to uncharted islands.secret spots by water falls.self equality unknown in a preowned car.no pride nor morals.telling lies in support hated loved ones.they too shall know no air.in time, it all will be clear.run i say run,an tell the young people all to change sides.program that which was pure to rise.against the true being in ones corner.what is a justice cipher born without a 2morrow.sure a daily dollar holds sum type of weight.but in the wake of the storm.your just a hole everyday.used by any promisary note.in the hopes of finding what was lost.it was u.a real bump was getting worked out.but leggs open up and find a new hot.what a feeling for the lost soul.empty an cold.thus that ugly face filled with bumps.behind thy back every one giggles.too dum to know how recordings got them lookin.not yet for youtube.in time.when the cream rise to the top.they suck it an drool.kiss a member with that dirty mouth.
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in da way..a short poem..
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one day their was hope.one day their was rope.hang urself.you say the same shit.year after year.when will a new breed of enliteners pave these starvin streetz.i guess when a list artist are full.that will be never.glutney holds a lot.its unseen by ass kissesers.oh my.are u losing weight.we can debate for hours.but to no avail.u still will go with that same line up.trac records hold a great deal in this field as if any.think it through.who red an whos a fool.how many time can u flip how u getting bread.or how u where the first to drive this car.in all reality.the dealer was.stupid.what a fake.dup us all in the richness of wait.hype mixed with spinngolly media.your dead to me in many ways.i myself speak about the times as well.but hell has no room for me.cause it nos my destiny.captured by the mist of vicarious ryhme sayers.that a gas.these streetz know me very well.and i guess they know u all too.who u.noooo.she or he didnt..i heard that line from melly mel when they aired his life storie on vh1.radio lets go.
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