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      I let poems take place fresh off the head,so its raw like open flesh 
 
  U put band aid on poems Water down Keep covered u do it to to seen I let my word gleam The truth what lie between  | 
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      My topics
 
  Pain,death,restless, Kid of the ghetto we pray for a death wish Swim in the water whit died fish Shark less i mean your heart less Your gas yourself up now your fart less See me to even in H d I see were your hate be ,thinking Xbox You Play me  | 
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      You play me no if no maybes 
 
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