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Anger is an gift.
Hatred on the throne of one's head,
You may not think it, but you in a rift
Respect is earned guns or dope.
Subscriptions run out ya don't pay dues
are consequential.
Without ones, you have no hope.

Inspiration comes from those depths of your heart.
At first you think it's you, but fully Him.
Now seen His light, so can you play the part?

You grow of the same old stuff,
Search for anything to a break from the norm,
I know the truth and I'll it with you,
Then your times be so tough

Why be antagonistic, just to irked?
to be radical