by Unknown
Jan 2015 224 Views 0 comments
Know your place
I'm crouching on a monument
being grouchy over dollars spent
tho new ones always rolling off the print n' press
people cliffhanging off the words of the press
cutting slack til there's no baggage left
next is their own armor
start stripping it off their chest
gotta keep going
til I win or stymie like in chess
get behind me I'm the best
get in front you'll be a mess.
being grouchy over dollars spent
tho new ones always rolling off the print n' press
people cliffhanging off the words of the press
cutting slack til there's no baggage left
next is their own armor
start stripping it off their chest
gotta keep going
til I win or stymie like in chess
get behind me I'm the best
get in front you'll be a mess.
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Posted: Jan 2015
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