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04-26-2010, 12:04 AM
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this is....i have no words that wouldn't say what has already been said. Lookin out for ur album 4sho though.
peace
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weep for lost babylon, the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog bordered by a sea of faults, fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt screaming shots, police and chalk, wingless fallen demons walking among us as people... -.5Kut |
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04-27-2010, 10:13 AM
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Fuck The Law.
Join Date: Jul 2008
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"Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards. " - Lois McMaster Bujold
one time... i knocked over my hourglass hours past.. collecting every single grain, so my hours last. but our past is often crass crude'n unrefined, abused were students of the mind with illusions viewed from behind then used news'n construed' lies to fools who've walked through life.. without the guidance of father time - shackled to pictures with tears on our cheek raffled through visions of fear'n deceit baffled were children once standing in streets amass'n decisions to stare at the seeds who captured attention of parents an dreams COMPARE AND COMPETE COMPARE AND COMPETE? YES COMPARE AND COMPETE for care and a seat in hearings of thee hornorable judge who decides your fate... to honor'n love a family one day. one time... i knocked over my hourglass hours past.. collecting every single grain, so my hours last. to be truthful... the things of which we aren't used too are useful... and used to confuse the mass pupils.. of you who, cherish the moment - thinking of family'n homes of.. parents and gold BUT.. the gold in actuality are love seats'n sofas fought over by young teens'n loners - in homeless shelters comforting no-one and SO ON and SO ON - SOOOOOOOOOOO LONG i'm so gone. an orphan soul with no place to call home. one time... i knocked over my hourglass hours past.. collecting every single grain, so my hours last. next time... i knock over my hourglass i will laugh... letting every single grain, fall through the cracks in hopes my hours pass
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04-29-2010, 10:09 AM
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the streets is fucked up
bums in dumpsters with rum cups smelling like dump trucks and drinking to their dumb luck nights are cold so cats lump up, slumped in torn rags clutchin they small bags hoping to puff on long drags they all have, scars from glass, needles and razors crack is the savior, mixed with a heroin flavor which dictates behavior, greed turns sons to fiends cats flash guns for green then snatch drugs and weed the cash runs the scene and make men mean and heartless chicos without padres seek violence regardless shit is madness, as cats get respect being the hardest fuck a mother's sadness, Kids get murked at they address the fact is, streets just dont tolerate shit act a born-again snitch and ya gonna get hit you either fall or get fit, law of the jungle is ghetto for survival be prepared to strap the steel to your belt, yo you wanna see your wealth grow? back your chips with hollow tips tight game and talking slick dont help much when the fo'fo click aint no time to politik, cant afford to ask questions the street is a force not to be reckoned,the source of hard lessons and the hard become legends, tougher life means bigger knocks but until the killing stops... the streets is ill as fuck
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