Friday, January 16, 2009

Another poem

circling till my feet intensed up, nonsened
condensed together. boppin lobbin kicking up a hurricaine
jealus haters from here to heaven
even jesus is havin problems with me, and the devil sellin his soul to a pawn shop
trying not to complain, swagger agnist my name,
now thiers so many religions replacing the ones we got
fuck i think i started a earthquake
bye bye all those sweet contracts
contacts the impact like boxing or some ufc shit
split

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