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This Is Me


I'm a Thunderstorm

My smart mouth snaps people trees just like lightning

Swing on me,

I promise to swing back and make contact

Making your body rumble like Thunder

All of these dogs steer clear of me

Because I put fear in their hearts

Just like these cats fear my rain

I'll roll in with a bad vibe and mess your entire day up

My Dark Cloud Covers A Nation

Sasha

Why do you walk in and just begin to

Piss on every bit of sunshine we possessed

You people don't realize that I'm building you up

You all were zombie safaries before I came

Nothing but the living in dead grass

I brought out the life

I sprouted the meals

I gave you a drink

I help you see the green clear

Like sprite...

I see now that I'm too fresh for you

So for now I'll leave and give you nothing to drink

But you never know what you're missing

Until it's all gone so

Who Am I?

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