BoRhyme
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just different
head in my lap, no turning back
it's a rap now, I threw up my right hand with a vow
unfamilliar territory,unsure of what was ahead
I heard about killer stories, ammo, led, and camo
humiliated from the strip search prior
this trip felt like firery hell, I had a desire to bail
water leaking out my pores, so hot
the seats felt like melting pots
we came to a roaring stop, forty bodies at drop
at no definite leisure, an evacuation at a six second proccedure
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