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my mentality is interupted from the past to concept the intercept, slept on dynamite as was equal not to lose sight, life is what you make it, then the consequences is what can you take it, we flake the false worship of them material things, only certain songs ive seem to regret, the affect is the cause that stimulate the pause, the gravity was tossed aside, but to survive
revived by the lies, teqars in my eyes and you wonder why i cry, sign the dotted line, but im fine, i muscle through the measure, i cant see the better chance too advance, the true face is standing against me, we dont see the causes underneath, i cant breathe through society, then why did they laugh at me when ive gotten lock up
this s aint yo friend, they only hang around for the good within, i see through those that sold there soul, if lifes rough the good is getting old, a man suppose to be bold, but i know one thing that brings the image to the light, that we both lose eyesight for the things that brought death tonight, enough of the hate for the land stake, i dont know how to make friends i make enemies instead
off with his head, the corpse of the rainbow is often dead, the snitch get his wish and get put on the list, is that what you miss, a woman with a tender kiss, the lips is dying the arms and hammers, put up something opposite they will slam you, its the way of the world them talking into girls, telling them to be sluts, this world is in a rut, grass so tall you cant even cut
cant see the snake even if have a rake, cant hold water like the five great lakes, for heaven sake can you feel me, a long time ive been write poetry to give to the world, and im filling like im alone to become Mr. Rhone, the was never shown, at 14 i was own my on, so watch your tone, when you never walked my path, never seen my wrath, this is the arts instead of the craft
RHONE
