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•25 Apr 2019
I wanna hit the big lane Not for the money or fame I wanna hit the refrain So well people callin my name Im not trying to be distracted or refracted Im trying to reset My new regret That ive maniputlated To be Ulcerated Because I wanna hit the big lane Not for the money or fame I wanna hit the refrain So well people call my name Hating the ultimatum Of the over burdening Discourging Powers of music And the acoustic That none think To the brink about Instead they rhyme Line after line Gorging them selves In poverty Because their music means nothing When the wealth Comes from the stealth Of the words meant for someone else But struck the heart of everyone in the room Like the doom Of a bomb Laced in a song Because I wanna hit the big lane Not for the money or fame I wanna hit the refrain So well people callin my name Hell freezin the treason Artist That never enforced The torch That meaningfull music Is meant to be theraputic To the person Who creates The rates Of which the song is made from Because I wanna hit the big lane Not for the money or fame I wanna hit the refrain So well people callin my name Litteral and figurative Line the walls like a fugitive The camo And limbo Of the words that melt together In a freight Train For the fame Lost in a game Of popularity For prosperity Seen as sucess For a mess Of words put together Next to a famous face That line dicrase Of our nation And poplulation
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stop...just stop.
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I wanna hit the big lane Not for the money or fame I wanna hit the refrain So well people callin my name Im not trying to be distracted or refracted Im trying to reset My new regret That ive maniputlated To be Ulcerated Because I wanna hit the big lane Not for the money or fame I wanna hit the refrain So well people call my name Hating the ultimatum Of the over burdening Discourging Powers of music And the acoustic That none think To the brink about Instead they rhyme Line after line Gorging them selves In poverty Because their music means nothing When the wealth Comes from the stealth Of the words meant for someone else But struck the heart of everyone in the room Like the doom Of a bomb Laced in a song Because I wanna hit the big lane Not for the money or fame I wanna hit the refrain So well people callin my name Hell freezin the treason Artist That never enforced The torch That meaningfull music Is meant to be theraputic To the person Who creates The rates Of which the song is made from Because I wanna hit the big lane Not for the money or fame I wanna hit the refrain So well people callin my name Litteral and figurative Line the walls like a fugitive The camo And limbo Of the words that melt together In a freight Train For the fame Lost in a game Of popularity For prosperity Seen as sucess For a mess Of words put together Next to a famous face That line dicrase Of our nation And poplulation
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