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| 10 May 2015 11:51 PM |
Paint trails of a maze, Amaze, graze the skull like haze Trying to fit in among a craze Munch on Layes, as we improve our trade, Hope to one day be "made", as we struggle and pray An emcee as others say, About to make visualizations made
Change perspectives, Intersecting language anguish from adjacent pages Different walk of life, penguins But still we go on with our mission like agents, My eyes are still closed to you though, stereotypical Asians Don't have any patience, still, so ask me how my day went, I won't tell you that of a mason, or that it was amazin, (inbetween the lines) Barely tastin, young man watchin his family struggle to stay away from the pavement Not poor, we not rich, but there's still [S], because life's a [B] so while we struggle for a pay..ment, you others go "tsk tsk" So I made a list, and i ask you..
(Well uh, going to be completely honest here, I want this out for all to hear
Desensitized, items idolized, and enzyme written lies Crimson blood skies, and lack of abilities to read between the lines, Paid arcade game, and we've runnen out of tries We aim maim, and leave slayed to try and "maintain", then leave crimes outline outside in blood curdling cries, in front of casual eyes, yet still don't realize why real eyes look at us in despise as we defy their side in pride, Fabricated contaminated and isolated devastation that WE created Station layin in devastation like we was cast[]ate'n Left the game in a state of hatred, while we scream "Look mama we made it" While premeditated strikes penetrate through each others life, We siege and breath, as we breath into our mics, then See and flee as we walk onto enemy lines, cuz all humans are afraid to die,) Them lies you made, decayed but stayed, (demise - no vacation place Food on a plate fried, freight in sight, Would? Might?) Just a question for a termite, who can't get the term right. How are we supposed to be free, when we stay in the ground tight, like a worm, Squirm, and sell out like a firm price, (We lyrically slur vice because we're afraid of advice, Crysis to influencees as we shoot vibration, we agin influences, fundin our own cause like we're Is[]s, while others look down like we're high on ices, Yet we influence the nicest, they look at us with eye s[]x, Midas to them, heighten us even when we hiatus, While we spew noxious and obnoxious words that rhyme, we're priceless to them, tridents at our side as we control the waves using names like it's some special trade while spectral flames of unknown grades spit truth, blowing like grenades filled with Hep[]ti[]is and A[][]S, Yet we still title ourselves great, )
If you're like Young Thug, I ask you: WHAT THE [F] DO YOU PAINT? |
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| 11 May 2015 09:15 AM |
rated it on skype 9.8-10/10. great one, loved it.
''PhD in Internet Retarhrdation |
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| 11 May 2015 09:50 AM |
@Dev Thanks a bunch, mate. :D |
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