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Grow homeless.
Go on numbers, go on home.
There's nothing to see insults thrown at body of works.
it before, and during, and after re-occuring.
Happening for a reason, I regret,
So I'll never be sorry enough to back the respect.
I'm a broken record, out a broken dream on shitty speakers.
Man it sucks to be myself and to bite the lips.
It kills to think say I'm becoming something else.
Yet I the same,
And dirty, and and alone,
And to acknowledge that I need no approval.
I am again at square one who am I and who are they?
Consuming all of my time, this hip-hop,
But I'm to be a rapper.
Why did I make place?
I'm far away from and I have no home.
Why did I come to this
Far away from home and I no home.

So I sleep papers and talk to myself in public places,
I stagger and twitch, and a 400 dollar car.
I'm taking it on the road again, this time I'm never coming 'til I'm dead.
another keg.
Shake my leg broken.
That's my name run it the mud I still remain
A beast, a mountain of moss all the stagnance.
This stage is the place I've ever been.
Let be a lesson,
Let us be cheapened.
not be the lesser,
Let's beat around the bush 'til my brain rots, and fall
And indulges and enjoys, and maybe dies of cancer.
We all gotta go, it's all gotta go, and changed my mind again.
I'm not go out like I should.
For I'm so humbled, I have no shame, many dignities, and an to simplify.
So throw things, I'll catch them, and in time you will to.
Let me breath for you, you're choked up and to show it.
I'm a person, not a and it's wack to rhyme poet with show it,
But see obvious I can't change and I'm not finished.
But I live in this space so that much to me.
The to be in a space,
A like my own air,
to no one's throne.

La la la song is not a message.
people make me.
Silent interest me.
Why can't leave me in peace?
Why
Brothers, sisters, orphans, and dolphins.
No one person is that special, we the short bus to oblivion,
in a commune.
It's a small we're standing,
I wanna understand, I to lay down.
The moves so fast it's hard to see the faces of my loved ones.
But their voices I follow and end back in the same place,
everything stops.
And nobodys there, and I'm down the street mumbling over the sound of my footsteps echoing off;
Looking for a place to lay my
But nobody's
home, excuse me sir, nobody's home.