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Rage


Rage  It's my temper, it has been building And now it's reach the utmost capacity Life as we know it is a catastrophe I'm falling down now and I'm hurt mad I can't explain it, is it jealousy? Green eyed monster glared at me Confrontation, my titanic hit an ice berg, it's name was hypocrisy P.A told me that I wasn't practicing what I was preachin So demeaning, made the green come out from within  Me arguing at you happened and now I don't know what lies in the future for us  I'm tripping, I'm mad, whatever. I'm just praying to God now for better weather f it, sail in the ocean Think it's about you, this poem don't trip it's my sanctuary, leave me at my ventin  While you go get your rest in... Deuces while you keep ya bissin, in full circle motion  Here lies the end of my mopin
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