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Talk about rap.

by leonard-steven-declan

Torture myself religiously, Call me a fucking martyr. I met up with the devil, And had no soul to barter. Life is getting harder, I don't see no fucking peace. All I see are people, Starving in our fucking streets, Getting beat by the police Can you stop the violence please? I just want some silence, geez I will not go quietly, You will have to fire me. Out the chamber, Down the hall, Through the house, And Past the wall, Out To the street, And into Paul. All because, They made a call So If you wish To have it all, Know if you run, Then you may fall, Don't waste no time, Don't try to stall, Stay head strong, Tear down your wall.
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May 12, 2014
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Rap Is easy.

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