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Country Storms

Stepping heavy as the burden of my heart breaks
Heartfelt, never made an effort that was half-hearted  
enough to be coming at your heart in half-steps
Check my prints, my footsteps never matched them
The path I tread in , my only companion be my melodies
Like the walls of Jericho fell, fall and there falls the Pharoah
Threats of Violence don't scare me
Thye just make me very hard to deal with
Especially when the means you using be excessive
Like you obsessed with my arrest's
Interested< deceitful, you feel more harm than good for me and
Even if burried or even forgot about  this talent
I just may say challenge, Life in shreads still
My Heart still intact, Tactics attack that!
I was just a branch back then
But i branch out
My pain be paid in spades then
Truths hurt and I embrace them
Like God's Graces <> Like all my Faith is
Dead without the works
God's the rod to my back still
Man my back hurts
the battles I lost them 
look at the cost here
I'm seed that is fallow, the ground is Hallowed
Pride swallowed, I still feel and taste that sorrow
It's unlikely, it's not even like me
to be talking to mice like they're men and mighty
so i switch it up and doulble dip them
Top them like i'm talking to models
My Motto "Aqua, Contra, Quatra"
I never quench the Spirit
My Spirit serious enough to quench a series
Precise, precisely, ETA> exact time arrival
Man I'm past due i ain't even arrived yet
I couldn't defeat 'em, but I survived them
And I will>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Be the one  Pitching the Team here
and if They wanna be the devil
Well I be the Devil
Serving Curve balls and Strikes down the middle
Big Brother don't feel my anger
Just feel the Power
Come on man don' you wanna share it
Cuz you be Preaching to me about being stingy
look I'm the Potter, your the vessal, you want some Honor
i don't ask for nothing, nathan
I just take you and feed you like i did the pheines then

You never know I just might  be that tree man
Whispering up in a  breeze in
And there boy
Up in the air with The Airforce
Like the 3rd World War
Destruction>--- Of -C-our-se
Death For-- S-ure

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