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Yea,I rep' the struggle, every lost cause, and lost life, lost war, lost a wife? lost voice.... so for such a loss, Just Pause... and then the tears come across, dripping off of my soft, cheeks...dripping onto the damp, rhyme book which I tightly grasp in my hands, feeling that inner meaning, not just not giving a damn, like an influential musician knowing he lost a fan, im like your sun-tan lotion, your skin consumes me, then you re-uses me, like a bitch you just abuse me, but words are a sense of speech, thats why i write it, highlight with images that preach, my message in a vivid form, thats why you be thinking im mourned, as if im in the lyrical physical form, spitting as if im somewhat tupac shakur, Ak compromises lost voices,of course.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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