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Shaz
Murder Cutlery
Joined: 07 Dec 2007
Posts: 142
Location: Essex
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Sat Jun 14, 2008 3:51 pm |
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The guy's life is like a desert, there's not a soul to be found
Nothing's grown in there for a while, there's an echo but no sound
On the outside, ma lil' guy is broken like old OK plastics
The mind is working on the next tactic, planning to get his heart back from the attic
And while he's at it, flashbacks hit the times he tot were fantastic
But now his life is static, a pain in the flesh like government taxes
Put the memories behind him cuz he says he's way past it
Life ain't bout the dough you make, but the number of stole |
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Shaz
Murder Cutlery
Joined: 07 Dec 2007
Posts: 142
Location: Essex
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Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:13 pm |
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I'm living my everyday life like the wind or what y'all call breeze
I'm takin a moment outta the clock's child to upgrade my steeze
With ease, I'm tryina key into the world like a piece of a jigsaw
Breakin' my way through like thread through a brick wall, itz causin big flaws
It's Thursday, I just got back home and I'ma bout to leave again
Beating round the forums I mod like a Sugarhill Rhythm within
the heart, tryin let it out but it's withheld
I got
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