Flirting With Insanity

Brilliant surrealistic it's not greed,
The air to my brain suffocation's sonically,
Found answers in my head check mate.

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My Young Brothers

young brother young brother i see we are close to cross that mountain, no matter your age orgin or color i consider you my young brothers, giving, the time...
young brother young brother as generation evaluation, we all need a helping hand, can we see to have peace, i know im just of coming, but seeing this horror made me write for kin,
dear brother my brother words are all we can share, by that can we nurture to make peace,
i am not that of, of a man lacking wood, but would you like to hear my full story?
my brother oh brother! ! !

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Sun -de- Light

Sorry but i must be damn,
on this feastive,
to everyone's delight,

excuse me shorty, (son)
to the crush, of the crump
cake cheese,

money fall far from the trees must be,
earth sin,

if i can complain,
plant this seed next to this greenre,
i much say it with a rush.

and let the sun come to delight,
and say that you are peach, (the son)
to a tree, (mother) of course,

winter to season, you sparke a connection

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The Mirror is The Memory

reflect deflect just search inside,
girl why not take a look in mirror please!

deflect shield,
who are you protect from the horrors of your past,
just take a look in the mirror please!

dry up raise seeds so that how it may appear,
just take a second look, god is know to work miracles
just take a look in the mirror please.

third of the month and you know what that mean,
and no reason for the rag,
well i told you to look in the mirror.

after all this year you follow see what i see,
so how do you feel to look at the mirror after all this years,

beauty is only skin deep so what is thick techincally view as unattracitve this days,

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Pick Up Game First One To 11 By 1's

fOR ME TO WIN IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN IMPORTANT.

WHY DOES HE HAS RUBBER BANDS ON HIS ARMS, THAT QUESTION SHALL BE DISCOVER AS YOU GROW WE THE GAME.

ILL STOLE IT THREE TIME IN ONE GAME, HES A BIG MAN BUT THE SCORE 7-11, COME MY PEPS DONT LET ME IMPRESS YOU INN FRONT YOUR PEOPLE, THAT COULD BEEN ON A HIGHLIGHT REEL

GETTING SHUT OUT IN GAME TO 11 YOU KNOW HE'S NOT GOING GET A NOTHING GAME.

tHE GAME OF BASKETBALL IS ALL ABOUT RESPECT,
THE ULTRAMENT RESPECT IS TO GIVE NO RESPECT,
WHEN IT COME TO THE GAME OF BASKETBALL.
thats how you gain respect! ! ! !

AND IM HURT AND STILL TOOK YOUR MAN GAME YOU TELL ME WAS WE PLAY TO A ELEVEN OR WAS I JUST TAKE YOU SCHOOL.

talking about running the city, we talk about that later after your lesson

BECAUSE IF IT WAS A GAME FULL COURT FIVE ON FIVE AND IT GAME BASE ON STRAGTEY NOT SKILL WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN.

RESPECT IS GIVING WHEN YOU SHOW IT, CHECK IS IN,

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Holy06 Next Level Gamer

I slay my enemies on these joysticks,
like a gum to a penny,
i always found the sweet left center,
(Holy06 this is my season)

I start it as younger, put my name to street,
and spreading over as veteran
20 years in game let the experience bring the pain to flames,
now im braching off to bigger and better things, i put the alpha in the game,
or you can ask your local sergant to point out my name,

Talking about juice,
well let me hit you with the punch line
fill it up boys death angel style,

Not dissing to be in detenation but,
yo you know i did get missing,
like a ghost,
and these suppose to be homework,
i seen this problem before,

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I got sisters

Miltary wonder why i turn join there request,
Listen to the delema and pour down the jar,
I got sister

Violence to women,
raise to be guilty,
battling for reesisence all in my life on all in one differenties, oh yes just for respect! ,
I got sister,

Never was in a gang but was and close affliction with that sayes it is a different between a cop and a police man we made that stand
cant help where man is born,
or who boyz are, lets remember how this was sayed
Lost of my true loves' made me believe i sin with in sin,
who would know,
I got sister

Raise to be maturer then the average 6th grade,
so my sister took me to rate r movies to learn me up a few years,
can you tell the different in my written not a drink or does that even matter when its spoken.
I got sister

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Fear Unleashed

Shouldless as the head of the hoodlesss horse men,
I sirentel and call this portfolio 'fear unleashed'

Minted and fresh like a sonnet of delay time,
I smirted and crowned it face up and blind,
It is renewed as connection to you.

Panic without a distracted, I ask what is this strange feeling,
like a rotuen apple at its core peal from inside and out backer once again,
and send to
it's care,
It's the 'Scented of News'

Why do i question this cry, what sweet wine could miss this pour (poor) of a this cup,

Of this most conscience days off wedge and fital,
I ask fear to look me in the eye and tell me what do you see,
do you see love do you see hate tell me what do you see,
The hungry of the blind could tell you this snore of wounds,

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Sport now a days

This is my momemet of clarity,
pulp fiction no ly,
just look the man in the mirror and as why,

it is the education rules or rules on sport so where is my chair of sure lucky nest at flat feet at my success of my school degree of sucess,

they say the groupiees are at the door before you reach the age of 18,
so in vision my dream,
late for class,
in the teacher eyes he's first to be sit it,

over and over regulation,
but who is you valdation the best left hand pitcher or kid with the highest iq, words to truth life by,
life by the america education system is going truely die fast like the lip syncing of nsync,
or what band was that, (ban)

ratical achievment, hand held glory, bold state meets,
word to digestion in fact i would take back it in fact i hope it inhance me in fact i sit down giving the facts

why is that average player that is deserving of scholarship isnt even look at twice but in fact the guy that make all the shot lingerie

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