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Woken Up


 This balling is new to us.

Theres people cartooning us.

So many lies in the world, its like the air is polluting us.

Like anonymous stop to a stream that’s blood clotting us

To a pressure of stream that like two hippopotamus.

Left off stream to downstream is our calumniator

To get off the period that points blank on the monitor.

But logic is the stars to break it down to an astronomer

To check the cheese up like paragon to oregano.

That’s a money metaphor to what you really think is original.

It’s the dons favor like its the god father of coast

To LA to Miami like the its the junior prince of the coast.

But you can see it through the lenses though, with eyes and a pen though.

Like the world is dark and never now essential,

Like it's literally off the ground and it went mental

But we're still after it with anger like a cycle to menstrual .

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