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I swear to tell you the truth 
Nothing but the truth 
But your heart is so feeble 
And your spirit so brittle 
A whiff of it will make you syncope
A little tyrant I am glad you are no pope
No Ceaser not the next hope 
The people would die on knees 
Just because you sneezed 
Who carried the wind to make me sick
Its you or you or you it can’t be the breeze
A woman without accountability
A mother killing the son 
Mumbi had nine daughters 
The fable was prophesy 
Its a image so broken
But a reality too open
You cursed me to remain your pup
And nothing more 
You just robbed the world 
So that you can see me rot 
In a cold room 
Dying of pneumonia and spiritual clots 
You want to be right so bad 
That I rather die 
Than you see me smile
For a thought that is truly original 
And If you are reading this
I really understand the criticism 
Just wake up and leave 
Grown ass man sitting and *****ing
But you need to freeze in my coffer 
Watch your life thaw away and go
While you remain in situ like a statue
Maybe I go lick someones behind
Until they find it amusing and pay me in chains 
But ass is not the spice for me
New chains are strange and grim
Then maybe I go dig and dig my grave 
But I am tied  to smile at visitors 
Sit when told to sit
Broken broken broken 
Broken until the truth would make me scream

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