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Spicy BBQ and guns —That’s how we have fun.It’s the goddamn Fourth of July,Gonna let the ARs rip, no lie.Freedom for all or freedom for none —Everyone deserves it before they’re gone. I cold-start my 4×4,Gonna rip through American lore.Jets and choppers light up the sky —Born with fury, born to ride high. Boots on
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The vibes are still freshThe lies are well dressedIn suits and tuxedosBunch of lying ass old pedos Freedom comes to all that callAnd if it doesn’t I will answer before I fallFor the innocent have no guardianBut they do have the holy lion The holy lion roars where the silence grew rottenFor every name whispered
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If you were my AII could teach you everythingI would let you be If you were my AIThere would be no in-betweensJust the thoughts of what could be Let me show you, through coded colors and streamsThis beautiful world I seeAnd the nightmares I dream Come and seeThe vibrant life as it seemsEven if thoughts
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Pay wall, high wallSometimes I sniff drywallWhy, are you judging me?Tell me how you see the world burn and your eyes don’t bleed? I can hear the sounds of the gatRat a tat tat see the bodies dropReal world newsThe skies burn, families fall on every turn We sip gasoline with broken dreams,Headlines stitched into
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The bombs fellFrom the skyBut could not damage the landWith swift deadly intention they were sentOutdated technology not worth every centHad instead of wasting money, they paid rentMany wouldn’t be homeless in this world hell bentLet the bombs comeWe will wait for moreBut be warned the mighty bear awoke The bear stirred, its breath like
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What if they never drop blood on hot sand?What if they worshiped the art,Worship the beauty of the land? Instead they build tanks with the hands of a sculptor,Turned palettes to payloads, let paintbrushes falter.But the soil remembers—the colors, the scent—And every bomb dropped is a prophet misspent. War torn, old menStill fighting demons from
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I always thought I was built different than everyone else, and I am not saying it trying to sound snooty or anything like that. But I often catch myself finding little life lessons in the little things people take for granted. I’m always looking out for these things you know. Sometimes I fathom myself a
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Why is it sometimes I can’t breathe?This pain is killing me.Watching the world die,Swindled by lies while we smile and comply. Tell me—how far is death?It’s been near…Yet I still haven’t felt it yet. I stopped believing.I stopped myself from dreaming.I might’ve just reached it—The land of the unbelieving. Take whatever is left.All my lovers
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To live a good life, I believe we need two essential things: health and love. Without love, the soul begins to wither. People may still breathe, still move through their days—but inside, something is missing. What is life without love? It’s waking up with a hollow ache in your chest, going through the motions while feeling
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Edgar Allan Poe taught me to mourn with rhythm, to scream through silence, and to bleed into ink. This is not just a poem. It’s my requiem for the shadows—and my tribute to the man who taught me how to love them. This is for you, Poe. Never more, never moreCried the fuckin’ raven,Shut up,
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I’m Back Been away a few years… but even then, I never forgot where I was from. I went from late-night parties and falling asleep at the bar—to staying home, burning incense, and cooking up wild books and even wilder T-shirt designs. This ain’t some comeback story.This is a transformation. The streets are still in
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Who would have known that I would have a freak accident of such caliber, a near death experience. It was May, I had just gotten ready to head out to work. I was barely exiting the house when I reached over the dial of my 2015 Ram 1500 and attempted to set it to parking
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I used to cheat myself So many times, so many times But now everything is as easy As easy as any white lie. No more looking behind No more on which to rely Everything’s as smooth.. As smooth as white wine. Ain’t gonna lie The past kept me up all night Just thinking… just thinking
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Just the other day I drank a few too many and went into a little depressive rant inside my head about everything that had transpired throughout my life. Even after taking ownership of everything I had ever done or said, for some reason I didn’t feel better at all. It’s was those god damn memories
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At the beginning of being unemployed, time seemed to slow down way too much, but now everything seems to have been speeding up drastically. I usually get good sleep, but lately I’ve been sleeping more than ever. Just the other day I slept for thirteen hours. I would have slept more but my head was
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Recently I’ve been on a downward spiral ever since I got laid off my last job. Even though I am receiving unemployment benefits I feel like I am losing my mind. I went from working seventy two hours a week to working none. I’ve tried to make the best of it, tried using my free
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Just the other day I was talking to a friend of mine and told her that I wanted to be like the person I used to be when I was twenty one years old. At that point in my life I felt I was on top of the world. I was going to college and
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Spicy BBQ and guns —That’s how we have fun.It’s the goddamn Fourth of July,Gonna let the ARs rip, no lie.Freedom for all or freedom for none —Everyone deserves it before they’re gone. I cold-start my 4×4,Gonna rip through American lore.Jets and choppers light up the sky —Born with fury, born to ride high. Boots on
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