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07 Aug 2018

times lost and times most costly for every nickel n dime spent a tear drops been lent, sent to put a dent in this year's  climb in bet.  yo after a long days sweat don't forget to squeeze in bed shed the pain , keep it sane in the head.  red is what I see sometimes till I dive in the clear blue sea and just do me . When the clue is due it's the time to brew ,row in beats no more feats . putting down tear n wear pickin up a brand new fare. moonshine rising in the sky it tells no lie.it wonders not why,  flows with the show, grows and then silently leaves as a crow. if nights without the looking your of want to do ,it won't matter to it, no boo hoo , as it is, you can't insult a believer ,a lover or a beaver. what is, can also sometimes not ever be and yet also is. keep it chill on the low down is how I try to be bound,  noose on my neck from the moment I'm loose atonement waiting before I ever stepped cross the line. sign your name, they spit. Yea well, dont have a fit but I decline, I ain't bout to sit and fit all your bullshit into my timeline. There was a day when you could make me delay make me hungry for anger and regret,  hard addiction to a painted fiction, a bunch of self proclaimed rats, brats and they think it's swag, what a lag, a bunch of fags, don't tag me up in your what sup lame game. I ain't playing up that alley way  no more, off to the fairy lore where life"s shore truly shows and grows. blind sighted to all the boy hoes and boring bros. sippin dippin into summer breeze, sieze the day, ain't gotta pay to do my own way. #writer #poet #omertamoll

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6 years ago

times lost and times most costly for every nickel n dime spent a tear drops been lent, sent to put a dent in this year's  climb in bet.  yo after a long days sweat don't forget to squeeze in bed shed the pain , keep it sane in the head.  red is what I see sometimes till I dive in the clear blue sea and just do me . When the clue is due it's the time to brew ,row in beats no more feats . putting down tear n wear pickin up a brand new fare. moonshine rising in the sky it tells no lie.it wonders not why,  flows with the show, grows and then silently leaves as a crow. if nights without the looking your of want to do ,it won't matter to it, no boo hoo , as it is, you can't insult a believer ,a lover or a beaver. what is, can also sometimes not ever be and yet also is. keep it chill on the low down is how I try to be bound,  noose on my neck from the moment I'm loose atonement waiting before I ever stepped cross the line. sign your name, they spit. Yea well, dont have a fit but I decline, I ain't bout to sit and fit all your bullshit into my timeline. There was a day when you could make me delay make me hungry for anger and regret,  hard addiction to a painted fiction, a bunch of self proclaimed rats, brats and they think it's swag, what a lag, a bunch of fags, don't tag me up in your what sup lame game. I ain't playing up that alley way  no more, off to the fairy lore where life"s shore truly shows and grows. blind sighted to all the boy hoes and boring bros. sippin dippin into summer breeze, sieze the day, ain't gotta pay to do my own way. #writer #poet #omertamoll

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