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I left the pack Cause of too many whispers And all of the filters. You want the listeners And I want the strippers They are not prisoners They are practitioners Unlike you “thinkers” You gossip like sisters. Talking **** in your slippers And all I hear are whimpers From all these high up sinners Reading made up scriptures.
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Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
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I left the pack Cause of too many whispers And all of the filters. You want the listeners And I want the strippers They are not prisoners They are practitioners Unlike you “thinkers” You gossip like sisters. Talking **** in your slippers And all I hear are whimpers From all these high up sinners Reading made up scriptures.
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Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 10:48 AM UTC
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