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I heard the lord did nothing for a loser Why create me a shoddy willed drug abuser ; used to watch when small as the sun rise and fall Now i sit inside but cant escape the fiery ball crippled by depression My weapon is my mind so of-course it figures into it devils grind ; Their paws the people clapped their hands and show applause When another brother who mislabeled is in gauss   quick to point the finger "Muslims are the enemy" "evil white oppressor" Aren't we all the same the only standing difference Is skin color and name.. I heard ; that dog eat dog was never the way As if people were at peace before on some later date planned on bringing wood to burn To reset that fire ; till i grew to know my brothers and became uninspired.. My heart is often shriveled anxiety derailing As if before i start i slip and fall already failing i heard that god was evil He basked in the light if you questioned his work you were cast in the night I would sit in the trees when the sun's feeling down As i spoke to the moon with my feet off the ground.
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
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I heard the lord did nothing for a loser Why create me a shoddy willed drug abuser ; used to watch when small as the sun rise and fall Now i sit inside but cant escape the fiery ball crippled by depression My weapon is my mind so of-course it figures into it devils grind ; Their paws the people clapped their hands and show applause When another brother who mislabeled is in gauss   quick to point the finger "Muslims are the enemy" "evil white oppressor" Aren't we all the same the only standing difference Is skin color and name.. I heard ; that dog eat dog was never the way As if people were at peace before on some later date planned on bringing wood to burn To reset that fire ; till i grew to know my brothers and became uninspired.. My heart is often shriveled anxiety derailing As if before i start i slip and fall already failing i heard that god was evil He basked in the light if you questioned his work you were cast in the night I would sit in the trees when the sun's feeling down As i spoke to the moon with my feet off the ground.
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
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