Category : Poems

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We break out free like a 110 degrees. They're looking for me to fail but I'm hard like a nail, I'll rip them cause I'm nuke ready to explode. Can you hear folks I'm just white boy gunning it cause I'm broke you wish I would croke I just breaking free from all these things people have said to me. You think I'm a joke I'm really stoked about this mission it's not a game it's reality. Soon you will be thinkin your in a scary movie: I'm gone with the wind but this will be by Steven King.