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Dec 2019
Provide yourself a little break, and come to take on the patience of a man who could lose it all tonight, where every move was calculated, count em all as useless if he uses them to do what he was used to doing, eyes bloodshot red where you could see all his years within the sight of his mind, I find peace in what's disclosed, cause that's what he knows..I find nothing that scares me, challenges the vision but perception won't impair me, I find that he's in blindness, and this is me on steroids, it's stronger than drugs, you see the changes before and after entertaining strangers..feeling sorry for the kids cause I wanna be their voice, knowing it's a choice to let them play, and live and let live, I've got a hit-list for ones that didn't get this message- I give em mercy asking "how they want it?", and that was business, cause now I've got another hit, I'll be the hit man..the proof is in the pudding..never do the things you shouldn't, but either way I'm doing what he should've did, we could've been a force, but he would've been scared cause I got enemies of course.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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