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[bodytext] => I'm suppose to be writing a ballad but i'm not in the running. I'm just ne'r Dallas watching twenty people or something lying at best. Like two Democrats and a Messiah; with an anti-christ necklace dangling down his chest. Call it hypocrite or just plain stupid; Wings on a devil doesn't make him useless. I'm in the industry of faded ministries just try not to forget who the boss is. That fine line around your neck, don't forget not to cross it. You're weak little man but not me because i'm the MVP and God wouldn't let me forget it. I'm going to write you a song my love because i'm the Jimmi Hendrix of the Ukelele but i wouldn't sing even if you paid me! I only speak the truth and you can even hear this outta the mouth of the Italian Monarch. Don't doubt it. You don't want to get me started-the power of God is making me speak in tongue. I've got no money in the bank just more problems. I can't drink from the tank, I can't swallow thanks if i can't take from my own pocket because someone blocked 'em. 'No more IOUs if you learn to pay your dues'. They wouldn't stop until they see my bones. You'll be wearing your suit i'll be wearing a skirt. You'll eat your food and i'll say 'it's all good'. It's a simple precedure that no one needs to tell ya like black and white and first and last. And no heat-and i know it's getting cold in here. Let it rain on the dawn of winter land. Let my lungs not stop beathing. 'Nurse what did you do to JB? ' Yo, and i wouldn't sing even if you paid me! Weight tells me that i'm not going to last too long in this world. But i don't care because i'm a rapper going on bankrupt. So tell me Am i for real? Am i the better of the players? Does my rap make you fly? Did my songs save your life? Don't answer! just listen... if a goose came lose with its painted wings and with its beaks made out of sticks neither scratches the coverings of anomalies nor eats from my meat would you worry? I doubt it you never were a wise man. You're shameless; full of emotions that doesn't exist. But don't worry just, just try to admit that i'm not for games but even that's too hard for you isn't it James. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 260 [topic] => 19 [informant] => SomeDude [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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