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You finking you higher than                 Tower blocks. King of no castle                   Is what I think. We laid seige to this fairy tale                         That you lived in. And the nightmare of your reality      Began to sink in. Quicker than sand, it swallowed                              You deep. And you didn't die, na that's Way to easy, I got friends in places.    A voice box cut out, stitches to    Remember,  think what you Say quietly to yourself cos                         The walls have ears.. And you talk like a ***** on heat,   ******* others,           with big man talk. You ain't no king,  you ain't even A porper..           You alone and no ones Backing up your words.     Cos the street listens, and you got    No voice, you were silenced even Before you tried to be street. You were  trod on more than the pavement,   *** holes are your weakness. As you tripped over your own **** You tried to climb but then you fell. Ain't no rapunsal,                       ain't no queen.    You were curb stomped and all those Words you tried to speak just bleed               All over an uncaring street.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
Curb stomping your disrespect
You finking you higher than                 Tower blocks. King of no castle                   Is what I think. We laid seige to this fairy tale                         That you lived in. And the nightmare of your reality      Began to sink in. Quicker than sand, it swallowed                              You deep. And you didn't die, na that's Way to easy, I got friends in places.    A voice box cut out, stitches to    Remember,  think what you Say quietly to yourself cos                         The walls have ears.. And you talk like a ***** on heat,   ******* others,           with big man talk. You ain't no king,  you ain't even A porper..           You alone and no ones Backing up your words.     Cos the street listens, and you got    No voice, you were silenced even Before you tried to be street. You were  trod on more than the pavement,   *** holes are your weakness. As you tripped over your own **** You tried to climb but then you fell. Ain't no rapunsal,                       ain't no queen.    You were curb stomped and all those Words you tried to speak just bleed               All over an uncaring street.
#respect#concequences#city#reality#king#fallen
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
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