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Pull out that thang, and start firing
like synapses in the brain.
Nightmares like Dana Dane.
Uncut like that cane.
Trained to maintain and obtain a gain through
the harshest terrain.
In order to sustain arrange the things
that pertain.
To establishing a rein that initiates the vain
only fit for a King.
As i drain these veins, and put forth its content,
to show we are not the same.
Forgoing any fame, though the aim is to
be hotter than a flame.
The lames will be the one's throwing dirt
on the name.
Who'll attempt to maim, or enslave in chains.
For if they can't explain, then they'll try to contain.
Be mentally abstained, and don't fall for the games.
In and out of lanes, trying to make a change.
Until the only picture that is seen, is ones self
within the frame.
Casted out as strange, deemed a sociatal bane.
The truth hurts, so taking the pain.
To hell with everyone and everything.
No stopping until only I remain.
They'll never see me coming, Django unchained.
Giving up nothing, but risking everything.
Ok, I reloaded, bang bang.
Now Die Hard!
