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Swerve

Straight from the steel claw
spit shades without flaw
Up in away unlike the beast paw
With the look of a monster from hell shed
With the spirit of the blessed pure lead
its starts with love
lies send the justice from above
chained from the pain n deceit of
the fastest in most unique bullet slug
like the beauty or physic of electric unplugged
thus left alone to the solitude of my throne
to swerve from the light of the sun to dark of the gun-
powder the emotion bleeds even louder
how can one live a life kind while other seek to devour
when the work comes, sweat, tears n blood by the hour
still yet when my fruit is ripe its sour
don't see no color not even white from the flour
its like when things get heavy weak foes cower
turn into followers while I rise to the power
only landscapes pounded from the towers
then reminded from the lust thats left from rain showers
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Posted: Jul 2012

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