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Helpless

like shellfish... selfish... Like male men... tell friends... to be... something like me... theres nothing i see... thats likely... I be on spiritual iv's... my dreams.. might bring... light beams... to your sights seen... in five weeks... your wife leaves.... just like leaf's... in autum... whats benieth the bottom... of this fecetious problem... like belimiks starvin.. I'm carvin my hardend turmoil.. pardon my garden is her soil... converge royal with poverish... and the problems witch... haunt the motrapolis.. will call it quites... like college kids... during the day and age of the apocolypse... we all search for providence.. in a world with no common sense or cognizance... a hypothesis... becomes obstiante reactions... I'm an ideologist with passion... whose predominate with rappin... mind ****s make your conciousness colapse in... like condon tips that slaps men... you pocket ****, like fostered kids.. the profits missed... the links between... the reasons we... believe in greed... humans need to bleed and breed.. to use this dellusive seed we feed.. like ruends im ruendfor at least a speach or two... how can i preach the truth... when we beat the youth...

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