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Nov 2018
Everyday seems like a new fight
I hate the ease at which I write
Though I let the words flow
I'd rather stay low
Be quiet and disappear
Not stir up your fear
To solely live life
No cause you such strife
Destroying your mind
Making the world go blind
Unable to be free
Are you starting to see
My words, they're a curse
But I'm in love with the verse
I can't seem to stop
Cause now I'm on top
With a taste for the flame
Addicted to the game
You've never seen me so hot
Well now I'm boiling like a ***
The words ready to spray
To just **** your day
But I just can't
I killed that chant
Don't deem me weak
Or attempt to critique
Take it as a mercy
I don't play *****
Because my words hurt
And I'll treat you like dirt
So while my soul still kicks
Don't forget my mind ticks
And when I've had enough
I'll start to play rough
To end all you dreams
These pitiful schemes
And run your nightmare
With a nice cocky flair
So don't tear at my patience
Or stroke my temptations
Just cause I'm vibrant
A'int mean I'll stay silent
I still have my vice
And you'll pay the price
For better or for worse
So you should call that hearse
Written by
Ifeanyi Ndolo  22/M/Largo
(22/M/Largo)   
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