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Mar 2014
and I gotta tell you all now
when your skin isn't
pure like satin
clean like silk
it ain't so easy walkin
on that street
of yours
or to go and greet
on those
feet of yours
I don't wanna go out, today, mama
I don't want to deal with the world today,
mama,
mama,
where you been,
mama,
I only feel raindrops, anger, teardrops and irony
I am made of needles and sticks and chopped up bits
I am a demon made to destroy from within
I am a half breed **** who don't have no wits--
no use, old thing,
better give it up
and let them hit
and hit
how they hit
but
it's the bit that gets
when you're layin in your bed
and your mama ain't here no more
and there ain't no baby baby baby ******
CRYBABY
CRYBABY
YOU'RE A GOD ****** SHITSMACKIN CRYBABY
YOU GET KICKED BY TWO MEN ON THE STREET
YOU THINK YOU TOO DARK TO GET BEAT?
you think you too dark to get beat?

we meet

they hit

i fall

the concrete ain't white neither
ugh
Hands
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Hands  Cleveland, Ohio
(Cleveland, Ohio)   
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