Black Poetry : My hope is disable like broke picnic tables quick to label trash when it is that, then my hat is a s

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My hope is disable like broke picnic tables quick to label trash
    when it is that, then my hat is a Stetson and the tower of babel
    crash because they were nosy god changed their speech to stable
    their brain and made them aware of pain, hey yall boys stay down
    there I don't need clowns everywhere, mind hot and bright, sound
    good but not ripe for the renowned hood stupidity I'm ready to avoid
    and like EDDIE FLOYD jest “Knock ON wOOD” if I could no typhoid
    fever, now I'm in Virginia Beach and like a Ninja I preach and throw
    knives then flow to survive, hear jive from the pulpit so here we go
    some of these cats fighting mad with a writing pad to jot down some
    hot nouns and can't break the habit keep a headache and a dumb
    tablet with them, ok I make noise and these fake boys wanna bring
    me down because I wear bling around, and like ANITA WARD “Ring
    my bell”
     
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    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    lets make this clear no mistakes here whack haters all brag and take small bags for their feces
     
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