

Cellphone Poem 1Half-assin it, I'ma bask in it, I'm a passionate pacifist/ Meaning opportunity I pass on it, half the time/ Get up and spit 16 halves of lines/ I wanna spit it tight, but I would rather pantomime/ No matter where I go I'm livin in this land of mine/ The planet Erff it's the place of my Birff/ ---------------------------------------------------------------- Somebody tell me what it's worff to sell my soul/ If I'm not gaining any in-ter-est...and if-the-best/ Things in life are free then, why's the cost of living RISE-ing/ I guess we need to define the 'fine things'/ If a 'fine'Cellphone Poem 1


To Sense20-something angst, running from the banks Before they leave me out there in my undies and my tank Wearing a barrel I barely can bare it I'm narrow enough as it is Where is the stuff for the kids? Like...the edification forget education they get it But the problem with everybody is nobody gives it Whatchu plan to do with your knowledge, huh? You're shooting blanks into the ocean and no one can hear your silencer I got a couple ideas on how to build a nation From scratch, but who would dare to give participation They say a piece of paper fake as a three-dollar bill Holds the fatTo Sense
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