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About This Poem
M-M'S
material MATRIMONY....
Things I fear
Are out of this
atmosphere
Forever off safety
To return
Home safely
Hunter's
Are out lookin
Non-scoliosis
but crooked
You're the CHANCE
and they took it
LIFE VS MATERIAL
some killer's are
SERIAL
fear in you
Provides their kid
with CEREAL
You don't work
You don't eat
Armored with hurt
Lives on these street's
FATE meets up
with CHANCE
HESITANCE
gets the AMBULANCE
The REAPER wears
Shoes to DANCE
What's new
Becomes old
or it's replaceable
SOME BULLET'S are
UNTRACEABLE.
A gun is American Express,
NEVER LEAVE HOME
WITHOUT IT
I rather be judged,
THAN TO EMPLOY
pallbearer's
FOR MY BODY!!!!!!
Your candy, becomes
Their candy.....
By, The Scribe
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