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![]() Tac gets bodied & chopped in bits, soon as they let me Atom, it’s like Nagaski’s involved in this!
I’ll trigger all the alarms & split, so “Tic only takes the gold” if it’s the Olympics bombing in ’96! My pun is denyin’ your jokes; once I win you can Crimea River…I’m not Russian, the plight of your hope Circle the wagon til he’s bent out of shape, just a “square full of X’s and O’s” who loves to admire my notes!! Murder & burn with haste, everyone knows who’s got bodied..”cept, Tic”…genius, I’m turnin’ his dirt to waste! Verses hit all of your Census; so you couldn’t “get rid of the Rust, Tic” if you were learnin’ an urban place! Rev stole this premier..I see word of mouth says you’ll win? Damn…you’re left holdin’ veneers! Wept, flowin’ with tears, thought you’d ‘blaze a Trail, but now you’re benched with heat’ like Greg Oden’s career! Get killed in this square!, admit your place in the stocks!, stuck his neck out, got the guillotine..Tic’ll wait for the drop! As far as ITL goes, you’ve been the face of this plot! But now “Tic’s dropped after a few weeks” like syndications on Fox! I’ll conquer the middle earth as soon as this sentence lands..I’m the lord of this ring, servin’ seconds like the minute, man.. Too much of a murder, kid…only time we got “shook with a nervous Tic”..was meetin’ Ali as his biggest fan! VS The night blankets the sky in the bat of an eye; words of peace wither away in a battle of cries War has commenced and our doors will be hit with the forces of sin in only a matter of time Aircraft missiles swerve passed the heads; bombs bombard the land till' the mass is spread And here I stand; mother with her son in hand; mind sharp to poke holes in this plan of death This beautiful boy will not be another passing breath in this vile genocidal overthrow So I'll fight for his life till' I'm choose to fold, and know he'll stay alive with wholesome growth I hear the footsteps, they're growing louder by the second, these soldiers have come, rounded with their weapons *THUD* THUD*, they're at the door, pounding with aggression, my heart's beating, they start breaching, as I'm scouting for an exit! I see a window; I open it in dismay; when suddenly a soldier spots me like a predator does his prey I see the killer in his eyes; he's ready to engage; when he aims; cocks back his heavy weapon and sprays.. *BANG* *BANG*... ...But he misses his shot for his sinister plot; I sprint down a river to set for escape! "After them soldiers, get your weapons in place! These degenerate peasants are getting away!" The abundance of soldiers are coming in closer, aiming and spraying their guns at my head! A bullet brushes my neck and I run out of breath, but I won't let my son succumb to his death! Before I'm killed instantly, I'll set my son on this piece of debris, and send him down the river afloat! But before I save your precious life; and send you into the night; there's something that I want you to know! My Son "Where ever you may go, I know God's shining sun will rise And the forever growing grass will be greener on the other side" *BANG*.. *** Meanwhile from far down the river ... The day twinkles the sky in the blink of an eye; words of peace prosper in the meaning of life The future looks bright for the people alive; as their laughter commences; cleaning the strife When word has spread of the christian genocide; the atheist's and agnostics did not look too surprised All looked to continue with their lives although nothing had rised; except a woman; who had sympathy in her eyes Although common sense has released me from pent-up religions This genocide is a tragedy I wish on no Christian Limbs on the floor, children ripped up with shells This cursed day on earth is their own living hell If only I believed in such heavenly grace I would pray all this fire and brimstone away... *Baby Crying* Ah, what is this that I hear, entering the crevice of my ear?; it's coming from the never ending river near the pier I look when everything is clear, to find there's not a thing to fear; for it's a beautiful baby boy; of not even a year He must be a survivor from the mass genocide, for gunshot residue on his head is shown I refuse to let this child sleep on a bed of stone, so I shall claim his innocent life as my own Here in this home, hope will never be lost, your voice is heard and dreams are sought As the spirit of freedom fulfills us all, you'll feel more than the gleam of god Let the whimsical wind free your soul, illuminating within to ease your toll Here where you have hold of your destiny, where there's rendered peace to reach your goals You shall live a prosperous life full of frolic and light; here where the land is sweeter Here where the sun shines on the path of leaders, on the other side of the river; where the grass is greener.. |
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