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04-05-2013, 04:44 PM
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Junior Member
Join Date: Apr 2013
Posts: 4
Rep Power: 38  |
Filled with angst that describes the pain
fearing the rain, as the last straw remains break a camels back, Jkidd imagine how I handle that do it for the kick, right where the handles at... imagine that, as I jump over the candle wax bring flame, and rise out the ash like a phoenix I'm sorry...rise out the ash with my piece lit... tear...America to pieces with my bars ready for the preachin' ready to check em for the reachin' I don't even know what this is about....like it needs a reason |
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