In the absence of purposeA Poem by slayerjayHaters gon hate but they'll always be too late
Now whats the time
do i have the permission to make a rhyme does the clock commission this world of mine that im time to time dissing not cause i was sick of all the kissing but my a*s was tired too many sick collisions the visions turn from blurry divisions to raw fission that crack and burn right up on my concision im always coming up but cant ever pass a lesson obstacle course with my own obstructive force and we have a dead end dose of hard chemicals no literally my nemesis couldn't perform the penance to save me from the general, diseases both affect the rich and poor but the poor get worse while the rich get clothes medicine is a right by the right price and if you want to put up a fight you have to spite and support white else you have to stand back in the last end of the line and hope that by the time you reach the counter the world is fine healed with time so that hate and racial abuse have been done aside
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