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The things I write are not about a fairy tail all hail to the the truth about living a jump away from hell yell from your roof tops that to the bottom you pray not to drop with every slain word you use in refuge you accuse the others for the choices you made in a sane mind you rewind the hands of time to remember your venomous acts that lack the potent ency of a loud pack. Blow smoke in hopes that every cloud change your world in the Lords grace. You aren't anyone special you are like the rest waiting to be laid to rest in your Sunday's best but you wouldn't know anything about that unless you were blessed never to kneel and confess about how the streets hit your sheets with sweat from a man and or woman's lack of respect for waiting on the reason love is to made you behave as if you are from the womb of a hooligan, yeah I say it again this is much like a nursery rhyme to remind you of the trif life you boast about like you made it to the top twice! blasting how you get paid for on every 1st and 15Th and some days on the in between when you play like you are Ms. Thang yet I haven't seen a pay day that erase the memories of hate, you relate monetary figures to bigger things like a balance sheet you are unequal but you ain't nothing but a sequel to those who live the life you act like you the only one married to this life. We all have our times were nickles and dimes are spare, for as long as I can hold on to my hair i will wear the strength of Goliath I am bias YES I refuse to be pressed about those who flap their tongues with no purpose.