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    freestyle

    I Admit it im a Mess, But I must confess.
    God Bless, Me
    As I am possessed
    but never think less. im still one of the best.
    My shell dont represent what my soul holds, im so blessed.
    But i am always overwhelmed, and deathly stressed.
    people say im infected with insainty, but there's no test.

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    I actually liked this good shit keep it up

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    It sounds good, hope you can make more of these. The feel that comes out is cool .
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    When your spirit is strained and your limited to change
    The lyrics in your limericks have changed
    A different hook, the way the sentences arranged
    More demented in your deliverance, more sinister in ya slang
    Sounds more belligerent when its sang,
    The truth...is limitless in it's range
    If you, drop a "T" and look at it in reverse,
    I could hurt, look at the grimaces of the pain
    And its worse when it works, and ya membership is game
    But you forgettin the proof, diminishes in the flames
    Like poof, the media cause images in ya brain
    Of the score of the war where militants is slain
    The faces of the guilty where innocence is proclaimed
    And they filthy, the death airs outta winners
    The listeners outta lames...
    Of the ballad of the man, that the son of a minister has became so:

    [Chorus]

    But you gotta understand our differences are the same
    What starts in clouded minds, finishes in the rain
    Of the fools that I use thats instruments in the game
    Where impression is the queen and ignorance is the king
    Where revolution is dead...
    No candles in its memory, No rememberance of its fame
    Jus a mystery no mention in the history of the chain
    The enemy, no Hennessey sentiments in its name
    Jus a unmarked grave that menaces had to fane
    With the propaganda, an images of the gangs
    A lost art, no apprentices in the trained
    And they brainwashed, no interest in the stain
    And the minds weary all the adrenaline in the drain
    While the Wrecking Bosses, disassembling thangs
    Her highness is the cause, his imminence is to blame
    The pride is still here, the pillages still remain, but:

    [Chorus]

    And you gotta respect the position in which you playing
    Never let your heart reflect the conditions in which you staying
    Even if it's dark, and the temperature is the same
    As winters in the ukraine, ya appendages is in chains
    Have forgiveness from the start, keep militias misrestrained
    Be smart, never indiscrimate in ya aim
    Cuz its innocent witnesses oblivious to the thangs
    To come the ones that hypnotists keep entertained
    And you cant uh, have some resilience in ya frame
    Stay resistance and committed to what u saying
    Cuz, they'll flip it the minute that you refrain
    Read the book and the lines, and literature in between
    You gotta be educated when going against the grain
    Pay attention, they illegitimate in they claims
    They assisted in the killin' and pillagin'
    In addition to the addiction, **** is much bigger than jus complain, but:"