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Indlæg by Kuuma on Fre 10 feb 2017 - 13:46

im tired of those words, that im useless and nothing worth.
how the fuck do the think i survived this long, when hate and sin is inside me?
the only way for me now, is to go head on, and make war to the system.
they threat me, but think of all the thing i survived.
so i will end the converstation, my boys and i, we fought a lot.
though the blood loss, so i load the shotgun, and go to war, til the day i dieee.
when the sun is going op, you will see me.. rideee, away.
now rewind how my battle with the sickness has made me hard ad stone.
my heart is blacker that a dark sky upon chrismas.
i don't believe in luck, just the gods way, of war and battle, so bring it on!

i think of all the things i have survived, that my boys and i fough.
though the blood loss, so i load my shotgun and go to WAR!.
brainless zombies are free, called politicians, think they can change the way we are?.
the new police is a bunch of rookies, the medics some new kid on the block.

so it's time we fight on, so i think of all the things i survived.
i will end this fucking converstation, my boys and i, we fight, just to survive another day.
i swear, if anything happens to my family, or my boys, i will wage war, upon the sky itself.
the system trying to say we can't be here, cause we are sick, so where are we suppose to go?

i think of all the think i survived, will the system do the same?
can the fight the blood loss, when the knife has cut a deep scar?
they think we are weak, that i will stop and bow, because they wear a suit?
i don't have anymore to say, so let's cock the shotgun, and go to war!
i still think of all the things i have survived, so i end the converstation!
i has survived blood loss, beatet, burn, hate and violent.
this is my last rhyme, so let's not be in doubt, the shotgun is out!
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