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[Broken Free
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Most days when I am wasted, I get a grip of my COFFEE CUP||
Reminiscing while i wait, for what the machine SLOWLY POPS||
Deep down I may seem happy, but I'm bedded in a BODY OF WORK||
This chap once had a dream, now his thoughts are CLEARLY BERSERK||
Just hope of you get the picture of my METAPHORICAL SELF||
I been hearing voices in my head, asking why do you OVER TORTURE YOURSELF||
They go on and on and on, preaching to me about ETERNAL LOVE||
Saying, it's high time I take a chill pill and keep those ARSENALS SHOVED||
Atlas i have broken free, I adhere for a BETTER NAME||
Cos it's pointless gaining all them dimes and still move around like a man with a BATTERED FRAME||
DahtKeed
YungGunz
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