Short Rap Poem #2

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Another one of his Rap Poems :(

Sittin here on this instrumental tryin to insert some mental,

I wish i could stop soundin so crazy,

I just cant seem to put this pen down,

I hate what I've caused I hate what i am,

I hate this cliche of boys who think that they men, to think its what God sent,

I can talk all day about what I hate, but I know I've made my own mistakes,

I'm a tool without tools, give me somethin to dig my own grave.

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Rap has so much meaning.. -sits down sadly and tries to write something- let it all out

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