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| Swiff Epics | Nov 19 2006, 01:25 PM |
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[size=4]i wake up, stand up, sore on my feet/ stomach growling, i cant afford to eat/ stayed in bed till 3 to obsorb the heat/ writing rhymes written off paper, no scortchin beats/ going unheard, im the inside the home G.O.A.T/ cos im so fuckin poor even my Microphones Broke/ and im the type to choke throats, of any "like to boast" folks/ cant even have beef, cant afford the rights to hold toast/ one fuckin meals gotta be served Into two/ a job? cant even afford to get a bus to the Interview/ im tunrin into a depressant, sippin my bros gin n juice/ and religious fucks tellin me its wrong to sin n shoot/ tobaco legally brewin money, tony blairs a fluent dummy/ in University, mother fuckers wont even give me my student money/ now im crude n bummy, and about to burst a shot like a shootings funny/ layin out corpses till bodies beside me are weeping more/ while i justify it by telling how the systems designed to Keep me poor/[/size] true story This verse has been copyrighted to Swiff Epics. |
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