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skaldspiller Jul 2016
There used be this radio station
....Until I a w a k e
That played all the songs I really liked
. .....We just ......hope that you
                                                 ma  de it.

But it never came in quite right
We hope that
you're celeb
ratin
g.

But I still used to listen everyday
With peo.   ple you mis...shhhhh/ s.
To the static.
And bur..... li
ke a beaco
n,

Because somehow it was still satisfying
Guidi
ng........... our s
.............hip

And when it would rain,  
aroun
               d this helli
                                sh shoal.

I guess it cut out the interference.
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,
And maybe thats why...
I feel you when it rains
*Cause I'm missing you to death.
Untitled number 4.... brand new. And radio static
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
fly by my sky rise///
off the helli pad lookin down thank the world///
when my pen sparks it barks an reminesses the sins////
sorrows!!!
witnessed by bygones representation of a villian ///

peter without the pan ////
fried!!!!
robin the hood takin names of towers /////
dust!!!
like the biggie trades your trump ain solid
~take it down~
a hollow, a don, an real g, pelly pell, gran perrier-
ZACK’S 5TH….
OFF 5TH AVE…..

im fearless the fakes an jews think they can run sum'n ////
ain finna ruin sum'n on me ill take over the ufo's ////
run the skie's!!!!
you cant compete-
the whole illuminati bow down to me an my aryan race////
HAIL ******!!!!

put you on faith like the country-
hope this ain a dead end road  **** we private-
took my flag but not my gun…….
its official got the key////
to the citt an the carr-
got shot 5 times stuck on the roof lookin down the stairs-
heaven ain around me///
where they at now???

all i see is demons its cashes turned to a mask….
on/off///
how the cast played an compared casket-
buried…….
in the dirt for 100 years steppin stones we timeless
pour out the pint list……
the finest/////
central spoke, tone in ya ears, the waves moving, radio-jamming ////
got my song on play till the streets ain safe an witness a heathen-
like 2 quarters im barely breathing for 1 reason////
its shooter-season, its a cold world the war on earth-
on your doorstep pay a tax-
tax evasion………

im scrooge an we eatin smoking that crank speakin scars in sleep ////
dont wake me tired of being around sinners fax thats a copy /////
cat put that ***** on the map make the whole colombus collapse///
watch the bails stock…….
descend to the mathematics an structure —
built in this binding that copys the realest!!!!
infinate mortality

— The End —