I hate liars that lie about lying
I love little pieces , lil parts, delicious bits of every person,
I try to show compassion, wear it like the next hip fashion, passing on passions for headsbashed in, but they keep pushing past me, while it's my things they're stashin.
Some things are hard to let go just ask the klepto they will let you know what it means to break words like champagne glasses,
Sticky finger entitlements... I'm about sick and tired the upper class poor people, boils blood in my veins they don't even know how to stand in line & treat everyone humane
A team b team my team outgunned
Face and Hannibal muscle and cunning
Caught Ina a trap of terror like aircraft chomping into the skyline....
I have a garden. I am only here to tend to the tenderness...
Don't make me ugly again
I got just enough left in me to take us all to silence.
Still. Stall. Silent.
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