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can u c? throu the mist of envy greedly i will eat starving, so i chew hungry


It's a Poem

they were in acts like they knew me
the bible in my jacket, n boxin' guard on high
do i hear them in the dark, i strugglin' to die
now alive, can they dare me?
fear me, as a spirit, i am the street
19 blocks, hawkin' like a beast
murderous minds, when i drop on beats
it's a flow, with bombs on load
to never quit, in fire all explodes
put gasoline on that, then now go world over the globe
heard that beef, fried- to hell with smiles
when a solider rise, the sun shines
n god sent jihad in christ, make a side
decisions hard forgiven, in the grave have pride
when written, all kind of lines, provokin'
i know i writing poem, when some happening
it's all after deathmatch with guns clapping
eternal goin' thug life's something
i never ignorant gettin' my goal accomplish
so i keep on rollin', and this is my ballin'
when spoolish kids, try put joker face on me
it's time for racing, n i bring it to it's greatest
can't stop the hating, violence creating
things that got me caught breathing, when they come for me
a rage will be released, like unleashing dragon seeds
im hungry like soul eaters, i never stop breeding deeper meanings
a sake, for the whole corruption of illegal politicians
i balance the upper class, with upper cuts, shush when i spittin'
im here, whoppin' asses, in masses, harden n massive
can't let me go, not yet not now
im here, n alive for ever, brought into the show..
with words on flow.. i never stop comin' with sum'




Fri vers (Spoken word/Slam) av Timon Sanchez
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Publicerad 2010-03-03 06:59



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