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I live to serve


Under the sun like the trees move at ease do as I please no device can ever deceive me cover your eyes to walk the street but don't be blind incline with Insight inside is the key Flow like the breeze heads roll like debris From the west to the east help others while you still can evolve like technology heal the people with the air forsaken words that i speak still taking steps avoid the dred depression misery the mission is to make believe but I aint a lie Them fabricated feelings put forth by enemy aint gonna be put on the side like kids that try to hard on the team see what I mean we got front row seats to the scene being is to me is you and you are me one being its like what I thought I knew but im just barely seeing what brought this idea from the way down under the most high the thoughtless not like most guys no bitches though I seem to be always stuck with some hoe obviously nope when I smoke dope and sit back spit raps all fucking day no writtens no way im making it out this system addicted significant ways of controlling living intricate instances with texts thats tangled in my head like hair with no shampoo flakes come and thats bad hygiene same old shoes clothes a scandal non designer friends come and laugh at you Girls bring the illusion of love and its magical but them cuts last forever like a tattoo last like new 1st but next to the 2nd and 3rd fool poser undercover wating for the midnight meat train they be missing dont forget everyone got a ticket times on some just expire early workers gotta retire for certain taxes every year should be alerting lurking in the dark like a tweeker up all night im searching describe light in its various styles and shades stay blazed forest fire days till the rain build a alliance with my pain blockades get blown up like demolition bombs sitting waiting placed in all the right positions calm but listen tonight I lead em out like a cop shooting and never missing , Shouting loud like a witness telling a tale in front of the jury defendent speaking without permission they acting like white moms in a hurry cleaning in the kitchen I did you dirty like a old bastard sitting and pissing
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