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8/3/17
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Dealt the hands of fate
A dollar short and day too late

Checkmate
Your ship is sank

Grab you by your cape
With haste
Then followed yellow tape
And not a single trace

Looked them in their face
Then put them in their place

Those who instigate
And discriminate
I eliminate

Same with if any that imitate
And implicate
Then toward them I liquidate

My eye on people when they manipulate
And vitiate
I'm ready to assassinate

Let me articulate
I'm out to innovate
And assimilate
Don't make me reiterate

Before I dissipate
What better time is there to illustrate?


The great escape
And great debate

Lifting  and pushing weight
Willing to undertake
It's all there to make
Lock it away in a safe
And put the rest in the bank
Keep a full gas tank
And work hard toward having an estate
With a keypad at the gate
As well as a pool the size of a lake

Home made cake
Veggies and meats barbequed or baked
Filling up the plate, with or without lobster and steak

An ever increasing rise in the birth rate
Music from the speakers rattling windows like an earthquake
Success on the first take
The blunt was rolled well and burned great

In the past seeds beginning to germinate
Then a certain scent started to permeate

Avoid all the drama
Got to add up more commas
Burning through potent ganja
If I gotta I wanna beat the case
Until the case is beat
They can take a seat
Because it all ended up being a waste
Of time and quite the disgrace

On the chase
A near endless race
Barely ever hitting the brakes
Picking up the pace
Got to get first instead of last place
From here on ground level or up in space

Too transparent and opaque
Not going to shake
The hand of any snake
Or flake

Got to keep the faith
One day ill buy or test drive a wraith

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