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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required INTRO: Hard trip under tenets.... scribbled ways....Under the facets. Troubled with the understatement. comments underrated... when you see the pictures over the site. FIRST VERSE , pushing no way to be excited, folly ways, you never got the story line to be prohibited. You stand all glanced. With the circles, ridiculed...Where you have to be entangled You flow from the jungle, You hold peace with the woman... She was not on course, trying to be tossed, you've made this lady paused. filled with trust... Where you stand to be clone.. Cloning like the scientists make it. Or like the sound that you heard from the bad world. CHORUS...Hooked song SECOND VERSE If I ever hurt you, threaten me to be killed . She only sees my victory, Only when I'm scaled. I can't just blend it with the kings and Queens. Only dad perceive in my home. Years passed by when I reconciled with my teens, Deans of my dream, when I'm broken down. Holydays that I rule without crowns, Starred race with the lions who are stalled in the mase or the verge. I'm fed up with surge. I can't sling it with my own. Come to my yard, Come to my hood and see my card, I play my own tricky ways with the monkeys, and I told that I'm real before you see my face as human. Damn grain. CHORUS...hooked THIRD VERSE: Stucked on foes, Stucked on dose, when you have to go? You never knew the world have the four facets.. We dropped on course. but they see this plackets... framing up your eyes, but they see it in the lies. Looking thought the ice of the morning. Rounding this when you keep on to call, My seasons trails to crawl. I held this when you punching.. Punching from the row, Rows that you stooped on me. That you never understood, My regiment on the board that you seized to rule. Where you break it without chances, I have understood. Filled up in you. It dues you costs. But you feeling that you making it up with the lions. Damn grain.
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