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I stand abrupt at the sight of a man, reciting my hand, and fighting all the troubles i am, why damn? amplfiying all the struggle i faced, since a troublesome case, why bother try to pover my state, and still as if theres nothing to gain, touching my chain, seems probable, though logical, I muster my name, to encrust all the fame with garbage, my rep was tarnished, and yet somehow managed to harness, the chakra to excel beyond the artist, the pompa to conquer, and still evoked all the monsters, and wrong doers to listen words, reflective of verbs, metaphors and learn, and still cant serve the justice, thus reason i must quit, if i cant break the lungs grip, to be free in the game...
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az
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