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Been too long before the coming of the strong, overcoming the wrong, witness to the bullshyt n hypocrites spit word of blasphemes n tragedy, about the things that come casually n actually show disdain, my brain can't be rearranged to be a slave to the masses, search for lessons I my own thesaurus, hearing the portion of applauses the only implore the, second wave of those misbehaved un-neutered un shaved no shame gang of hooligans that were privileged or bullied their way, not I, I hustle n struggle n just when u think I'm above u, I'm just close it's my shadow my dude that do that chill that had a thrill with ur spine, humbled much but still non like minded, daily to The Lord payin homage, Uff profits it's wealth in my pocket that'll make me prosper, more proper than any president or pauper, related to facts nothing that I'm forced ta, I'm just bullshytin with this n I don't give a fish n yes this will be put up as is after it's written, so ode to my accopella n it's one hella gusto prescription of venting is infused in these sentences emerging .....peace
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