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Playing a solo game of frustration, I embrace cowardice as I constantly back away from confrontation, rage simmering in the alienation, mars attacks, scars attach and no manipulation can stop their  compression of my circulation, Heart stops and my brains on a feeding frenzy from starvation, out of blood so I'm out for blood, count on assassination no resuscitation Try to reassess the situtuation but the deliberate deliberation just seems like procrastination, open to stipulation , stitch it up and look at my creation, a Frank-enstein abomination and there's no time for negotiation  I'm on trial and the tribulation Leaves me heading to an unknown destination... **A Destination Unknown Though this Hate was Home grown**
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
Frustration Game
Playing a solo game of frustration, I embrace cowardice as I constantly back away from confrontation, rage simmering in the alienation, mars attacks, scars attach and no manipulation can stop their  compression of my circulation, Heart stops and my brains on a feeding frenzy from starvation, out of blood so I'm out for blood, count on assassination no resuscitation Try to reassess the situtuation but the deliberate deliberation just seems like procrastination, open to stipulation , stitch it up and look at my creation, a Frank-enstein abomination and there's no time for negotiation  I'm on trial and the tribulation Leaves me heading to an unknown destination... **A Destination Unknown Though this Hate was Home grown**
Undercover rapper aspirations. Cause one would love to spit bars on the Mic like Tyson especially when one is ****** the **** off! But where does all this pent up anger lead... Hopefully a successful rapping career!
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
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