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Mar 31, 2010
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I once had a good friend
I considered him umongst great men
closer to a revrend then a man commintin' a sin
Since ten bin chillin'
to the older days drinkin' some gin
gettin' wasted
shit fasted
pukin' on he back porch
But since then a lack of support
like flow after courte
But now, again he's my tow rope - a great force
we debate any course
I'ts never too late to escape the rape of society
realizing life is great and or enviorment shapes
us in every way
fuck piety!
think about the steak on your plate
think about the grapes in your crape
is reality shaped by your own thoughts?
or are your throughts shaped by reality?
this question craves what ive taught
and ive realised real cant be saught
we only see whats allowed by our bodies
the master shouts when he teaches karate
yellin' at the boys actin' out naughty
strick moves
like palates
is it a bad move for cheese?
I get in a groove in a crease
I try to avaiod the police
they really do scare me
they have the ability to take away what makes me free
my sanity
still the hating will in me
has a zero probabilty of popin' into me
unlike a hero and denero in hide and seek
im a ferro, with great bone merrow, so confide in me
none of my life is a privacy
spit fire to realese the scribes from me
fuck piracy
listen freely to my poetry
I considered him umongst great men
closer to a revrend then a man commintin' a sin
Since ten bin chillin'
to the older days drinkin' some gin
gettin' wasted
shit fasted
pukin' on he back porch
But since then a lack of support
like flow after courte
But now, again he's my tow rope - a great force
we debate any course
I'ts never too late to escape the rape of society
realizing life is great and or enviorment shapes
us in every way
fuck piety!
think about the steak on your plate
think about the grapes in your crape
is reality shaped by your own thoughts?
or are your throughts shaped by reality?
this question craves what ive taught
and ive realised real cant be saught
we only see whats allowed by our bodies
the master shouts when he teaches karate
yellin' at the boys actin' out naughty
strick moves
like palates
is it a bad move for cheese?
I get in a groove in a crease
I try to avaiod the police
they really do scare me
they have the ability to take away what makes me free
my sanity
still the hating will in me
has a zero probabilty of popin' into me
unlike a hero and denero in hide and seek
im a ferro, with great bone merrow, so confide in me
none of my life is a privacy
spit fire to realese the scribes from me
fuck piracy
listen freely to my poetry
— mdehe, Mar 31, 2010
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