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Blood Money

Breathing deep on stone steps, needing sleep my dome swept/
The cobwebs away and out a poem crept/
From the reces and playgrounds/
Of my mind I find the same sounds/
That have been echoed on plantations/
Inside Ghettos of damnation/
Its hard to let go and stand patient/
When your freedom to live is just a lone man facin'/
A whirlwind thats Chaotic/
But thrill chasers they caught it/
And spray shots at your essence to kill traces/
Between these lil' spaces I fill papers/
And watch as the sun sets, who wan' test?/
Sitting fully clothed but my mind is undressed/
The night chills as every word I write kills/
The major factor of our life spills/
Beyond the right skills to amaze a master/
I laid the chapter and wrote a novel but never spoke a word/
As hope deferred like a broken curve/
I provoked the curse with no scope to cure/
Trapped in denial and all I had was my freestyle/
The demons I faced were old and senile/
Couldnt bear with the updated art-of-fact/
corrupt sacred hearts are cracked/
As the chumps make it hard to track/
I'm so far in back, that ahead of me is behind me/
And the devils that are hunting me are right beside me/
They're wanting me to lie, but I bound tall, refuse to lay back/
I found yall in instant play back/
Your ultimate downfall, can I say that?/
Better pray that I'm not the one passing the judgement/
Cause life is measured in monetary units/
You're bankrupt when your last drop of bloods spent/
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