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Mar 2014
You **** while you walk
You spit while you talk

Tell me what you think
If any thought occurs

Your head heard about poverty
But your mind thought about deny
Deny deny, don't think about those 
And lie, lie about your fathers
Lie about your name
Represent your style 
Making it poor to get game

Smoke that blunt
Go "fly high"
Leave reality
You ******* who denies
You say you love
You say you care
You think your preaches
Will leave you fair

You **** while you talk
When you spit hypocrisy
You **** while you type
Into a so called democracy

You ain't doing *****
I too ain't a pearl
Haven't you heard?
I to the poor
I to the capital
I to society
haven't said a word
I keep quiet
I keep it simple
I'll prefer to say nothin'
Than **** lies to society
Prefer to root my feet in reality
To fight stern when they call me
I ain't done **** so far
I'll say my prayers if I die
And you will keep flying by:
"Go away society".
Make peace with nothing
Yeah you'll go high
Suffocate in your smoke
'Cause you ain't got no wings to fly.
no hate for **** by the way.
This poem is a rant for a few "friends"
Monica Cristina Bustillo
Written by
Monica Cristina Bustillo  Puerto Rico
(Puerto Rico)   
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