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FLAGS BLOWING,CARS PASSING,MOLD GROWING,CATS PURRING,DUST FALLING,NOTHING IS EVER WHAT IT SEEMS. LEAVES BLOWING,HORNS HONKING,F.E.D.S KNOCKING DOWN YOUR DOOR. LAWYERS OVERRULED,EVERY PRISIONER SPORTING STATE BLUES. PLAY TOO HANDS AND BET IT ALL SOONER OR LATER YOUR BLUFF THEY'LL CALL. TWO OUTTA THREE AIN'T BAD BUT IT ONLY TAKES ONE TO MAKE YOU MAD. I OBSERVE IN SILENCE TAKING IT ALL IN NOONE WILL WIN AT THE HAND OF SIN. I PASS MY TIME WRITING RHYMES IRONICALLY PORTRAYING THE HANDS OF TIMES. IETWEEN THE LINES YOU TAKE A BREATH CREDIT FOR LIFE TO AVOID DEATH. NOTHINGS RIGHT WHEN YOU DO WRONGNEXT THING YOU KNOW ITS ALL GONE. CHEST IS TIGHT IN THE NIGHT HIGH AS A KITE ON LIFE. IN A SECOND IT WILL ALL CHANGE PROMISES MADE ARE SURE TO FADE. WHATEVER WAS SAID WAS SAID TO DECIEVE TAKE HEAVE DONT BELIEVE RELAX AND GRIEVE. GUNS WILL SHOOT BUT ONLY BLANKS AS I LOOK IN YOUR FACE I STATE MY CASE.