poverty=equality
@KevinMathenia-f6q
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universal ubiquitous income design
that 25-30 pages published on amazon
is a funnel cake of freedom
to the next hand to reach for my frame
love irish
@KevinMathenia-f6q
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examine topical brilliance
french disdain
of men who don't inhale once
the plummet the plunge
the depth and of and irish poet
being creoled
@KevinMathenia-f6q
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what needn't be hearded
is the lunge, forward, soiled hands
my independance shines
i want a flower


thats iron man

its all you from there, thats the air force

i want my men back

impulse control the nearest pole
instinct, smother babies tied my shoes
peace, posts of sewage, dedicated patience
cant get me to notice you in a hell
so called life for a history
watching me live, passed by?

next slide end frame, too much the fame
puta the wife in the welfare queen
check the county, me no compare
still boy, i cott space with a rebound
civil aint that right, tucks on half off
he set you all up with fraud
that him, half pint cant even pay
the tax of mexico

whatcha gonna do? irish know you

this regan economics learning late huh, kendrick?

come with it know, slacks
thats goods
and jazz surrenders
you on your back, alone
they keep blues and guitars
san fran, no lights a stand between you and peace

today, no progress
the city won't allow me a food
my civil rights, a cover up attempt of my disobedience
trained thoughts, residue of salt
slips through my metabolism
the deserts of war in my veins
pushed by federal crimes, poverty
add more neglect
the general deserves this mule

huck the missle, cup that breaks
white movement
across my wrists
irish cost of quarter of that yard

Make money;
Make more money.
Sell yourself to this world!
This world, run by thugs;
political puppetry.
Self promote; share and gloat,
On Facebook & the ‘Gram
To get more likes,
And fuel the adrenaline spikes,
You’re a slave to this world!
Doom and gloom **** you dry,
Until there is no more.
The drugs run out,
The emptiness overwhelms me.
But, there is much more...
So much more!
If only you would turn,
From the vortex,
Rebound with your reflexes,
And rage against the machine.
You’ll need to detox,
It may take some time,
But see the light,
Don’t turn in fright,
Rest, and follow thee!