Verbal Assault
By Street Cies Pain of poverty makes me want property…
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By Street Cies Pain of poverty makes me want property…
Mind is heavy racing, racing, racing guiding light in direction of conscious ear…
Jan looked at her makeup as the train moved to and fro, at 6am the sun rose as she headed to the show…
concentrating on what matters has whipped the consciousness…
its such an abundance of information out here now a days its becoming impossible to tell where the actual truth enlies…
By Street Cries Rampage news front page clues no interviews third degree bruse People being cloned since the 1940s Jason Voorhees Guess…
she's sitting at home wonder if she's alone…
straight into the wolves den ive been thrown and this whole time ive remained on my throne…
Beg me out of my pockets the change that resides in poor trousers…
Must I caution these steps of irrational approach…
Choreograph the concrete steps of the spring…
Beyond the dream of the upper deck…
I get what the others don't should that make me proud? I also do what the other's won't, should I make you bow?…
I was in diapers when the city was on fire just like Rosewood they came in and…
They don’t want me because I’m not nasty enough……
The doctor asked who I wanted to witness me give birth to my king…
I love hard knowing that tomorrow could be my last day as well as it could be yours…
It's hard to sleep with these loud***helicopters surrounding me…
it's time to go deeper, this life ain't for sleepers…
Like the crimes it supports…
can't help this feeling can't explain this feeling…
it really doesn't matter how many miles it is to the finish line ahead of me…
while you thinking about just trying to make it to the finish line ive already gone beyond it…
i can tell that shes a beautiful entity she communicates with me through the internet telephone and TV…
to all those who once said I wouldn’t amount to nothing…
More and more people are looking for answers these days…
An enchanted whisper spoken by an angelic siren of love…
Went fishin for a red snapper their beautiful red color…
most folks don't like what's good for 'em that's why most don't eat their vegetables…
Studying and tracing cracks and lines on the ceiling Optically racing the cieling fan blades…
you're a jewel in the rough you make me dumbfounded…
Hip hop ain't dead yet I can feel it in my chest…
So I'm working at this banquet And a woman comes up to me…
shes drawn to me like words to paper no pencil or eraser its permanent…
it's so mush smoke and mirrors how can you see, your reflection…
left alone with my thoughts trying to convey what's in my heart…
Do we hate ourselves that much To disown our own culture…
With a body made of paper, he went outside to feel the drops of rain. Leaving behind an aluminum roof, cardboard siding…
