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When I Leave

The radio blasts Johnny Cash as I leave I step on my cigarette ash. I got a lot on my mind I'm looking for love that I'll never find, in this town. Let the Illuminati take my body to the ground. All my songs have the same old sound. The police are trying to hunt me down with bloodhounds. I'm a fugitive should I let you in are you MC Ren? or just my best friend? I don't know you won't show your face I gotta get out of this place it won't grow I gotta get a taste of this pain before I go insane. Break a pencil I'm sitting in this temple look it's simple. Give me a chance I'm not kidding this isn't some stupid dance. Can I stay at your place? I can't show my face. I still love you will never shove you always will stay above you. Always gonna burn now I'm hurt a couple of cuts some gravel in my guts always grabbing my nutts. Love the way you lie, cry, try to make me real all this anger I feel I'm scared of death but, that's the only thing left. We don't die we multiply. So don't cry when I leave if you must blow your nose in your sleeve like a shirt you gotta weave just breathe in like the hearts of lonely men Life of sin the last bottle of gin. I gotta set up a plot so I won't get shot on this ground where I rot that's time I don't got. I'll just start runnin' when I hear em' gunnin'. I don't wanna go back to jail and burn in hell sitting in that cell. I'm glad I woke up to a smile in my bedroom before I blew up cocaine in my living room grab that broom before we meet our doom. It's getting near dawn the game is on now I'm gone.

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Date: 9/24/2017 10:07:00 AM
Blake your poetry is very vivid I can see all this action in my imagination. have a nice day my friend.
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