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Grow homeless.
Go on numbers, go on home.
There's nothing to see except insults thrown at of works.
Felt it before, and during, and re-occuring.
Happening for a reason, I regret,
So I'll never be sorry enough to earn the respect.
I'm a record, playing out a broken dream on shitty speakers.
Man it sucks to be myself and hurts to the lips.
It kills to think they say I'm becoming else.
Yet I the same,
And dirty, and and alone,
And needing to acknowledge that I no approval.
Here I am again at one who am I and who are they?
all of my time, this ain't hip-hop,
But I'm to be a rapper.
Why did I make place?
I'm far from home and I have no home.
Why did I to this place?
Far away from and I have no home.

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

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