On the vergeA Poem by g.n.b
Take away our homes
and take our lands Wash your hands and wash your sins Drop your plans and Pack your bags On the verge We want the world On the rise Hidden beneath all our cries We l kill the dog , bite the bone Ruin your dome Like al capone The war is on Take over rome The worlds for hire, Stacks in the pyre I am a loaded gun b*****s on the run We are on the verge Removing the purge closing the gap The musics over , We blow your trap all aside This is just a rap!
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Added on June 23, 2014 Last Updated on June 24, 2014 Author
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