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Created on: May 04, 2009
Just A Thought To Make You Think. (clean version)
No sunlight, I'm bored and effing depressed
in the public eye, I'm a effing success
In the mirror I see nothing, but I'm strong as hell
its amazing I'm not dead or locked up in a cell
I say eff you to almost everybody who's reading this
my name doesn't matter and I don't give a bit
sounds like I'm angry but, I'm actually not
I got a smile on my face & a well erect spot
life is full of it and I'm not about to shovel
so those of you who keep reading get ready for some trouble
you love me, I know it you just can't get enough
but you all know what happens when the going gets tough
I say things out loud that make people think
but, what I'm saying now is from my head straight to ink
behind my back you punks keep flapping your lips
your jealousy will never hurt me, at the top I will stick.
On your face is a smirk cause you know that it is true
can you predict what I'm about to say now? thats right, eff you too
who the hell are these so called family and friends?
now ask me if it would matter if I ever see you all again
don't get me wrong I love life & I ain't going nowhere
it's to all you mother flopper's, whom I don't really care
Like air to water I will always be segregated
yet like no other man, I am the most educated
most of you won't understand this, to your simple minds this is a poem
for the more educated ones, beware of your next homes
that is not a threat, threats are for the weak
think of it as insight to your future, a sneak peak
the next time you see me smile with my white teeth and gums of pink
Remember this writing its "just a thought to make you think."
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