It's spunk when i rhyme..constipated. stuck in shits creek. population..
swollen members head and hands probing - constant racing..
Or racism. race is him. race is me.
delaying fate - days parade prayers: rest in peace
the left’s connected with details, on the right an angel roam
they say the devil’s in the “d...” - well you know how that saying goes
planes exploded pressure cooked - bastard in every sense
Plastered on CNN. Gathering best of friends
matters are tragic they dilly dally with evidence
Sadness. Impending death. Battle in Mass is set
fragile motive spanned explosives tampering dividends
dashing the distance when...a crash. like a sudden swept
of glasses pressing deep gashes inflicted on flesh
capturing an event so tragic as millions wept
so we stand and reflect holding candles in vigilance
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"I’m leavin' in ashes when I blaze it, I'm not to be played with
Rated R son, PG emcees don't really say shit" - J Treds
Last edited by Matriarch; 04-28-2013 at 09:47 PM.
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