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Date Posted: 18:06:51 02/26/03 Wed
Author: Pat D.AW.G
Author Host/IP: host-209-214-171-6.sdf.bellsouth.net / 209.214.171.6
Subject: Fuck, fuck!!!! what about skills tired of getting slammed life aint always perfect and I'am trying ta get it staright keystyle ta ease my chest.PEACE

I walk across many paths scattered with broken glass/
bloodied feet wit concealed beefs and back ta match.
I keep my head above the walking dead but below the clouds/
cats want it tight but wont feel life so they ignore my sound.
right ta left observe lifes a wreck when tears are silently wept/
cashing in ya pride for an image assets diminish when ya souls in debt.
I grip pens like my crucifix at times feeling like I'am losing it/
voices talk to me wit a hiss the devil constantly encourages this.
Only if I knew what I know now way back I could have jumped over the cracks/
avoided the rats, shuffle my feet faster ta avoid disasterous wraths.
Times is expering like products on a discounted meat rack/
pot on playgrounds in bound ta have a taste of the crack.
a generation thats wack wit no one ta confess to the drama/
i gotta make sense wit dense matter so i pause like a coma.
Breath control propose a flow that young seeds comprehand/
cats can get as ill as they want spaced out but still dont make u a man.
INTOX is geting his mic locked down like fort knox/
u claim u hot, hip hop and u are only relevant at some spots/
the best match for you would be your ass and a cock/
verbally trucking you like Jerome Bettis and cleaning ya clock.
At times wit my post you dissed me and gave be props.
Only if i could send you a video ta display my thoughts/
dig deep when I speak ta comprehand the text that I jot.
I already got enough beef ta equal half of texas'cows/
i try ta elevate past hate but it just slows me down.
I will continue ta spit spiritual hits fuck geting booed/
my pen will never stop this motion until Gods notion is ceasing the moon.

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