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your Dolar of World Palitics
it's not worth it for us
we are on the road on wheels slowly
porridge in my thoughts,
fate decides for itself
what will be ours.
your happiness and love,
inspiration for new lines,
good bits,
I have created my ambition since childhood,
now I spill everything into the text,
my city is not fucking
but down and out junkies and fucking insisted.
we love freedom like birds, our borders,
you sag there under someone
look don't pull your lower back.
I'll explain.
there is no pale in the pockets,
I grew up a bit around understanding everything
that's all
it was not in vain.
let it be so
this is an attic production,
demolishes the bar in your head people
a severe illness afflicts us,
rap contagion like defeat
catch our movement.
the microphone has a character and XSOW
you stick the button on repeat.
aaaaaaaaaay stick,
but even with these priorities,
fate so often puts the lines in legs.