Tag Archives: fighting

6:45 in the evening


the reality is the danger the love the lust the rush is all in my head it’s the matrix red pill or blue pill instead it’s a purple trip all we have is a illusion our future is a vague … Continue reading

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Tell em I said it


To the nigga That ran up on me at my job: What the fuck bruh Yelling an wilding out What you thinking that’s gonna do? Who wants to keep a wild nigga? You got a family right But you out … Continue reading

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How dare you


How in the fuck are you hitting me up for rent I don’t even live there I mean damn You still owe me for last month. Coming out ya womb means I owe you love Not a financial crutch I’m … Continue reading

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fear enters – cool leaves


walking down this dark path whispers accompany me things move in the dark spirits spring past scared to lift my head afraid to look back listening to the screams shouts of pain breaking of glass. the first time we fought … Continue reading

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cyper 4our


open mind open heart causing me to fall short attacks on my pride attacks upon my beliefs attacks done by those who want to be friends people who seek advice from me people who drink my ambrosia people who eat … Continue reading

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Eir


my armor is to heavy the weapons too dull i’m tired of searching for a foe all I see is me i’m the only enemy is see. life leaks from my wounds blood is on my hands at all times. … Continue reading

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Work thru


It used to be Violence is the way Make you bleed Peace is week Might is right If you won’t fight You don’t live, Now It’s less violence Peace still feels weak If you’re not a fighter I still learn … Continue reading

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