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Quisha Son of the soul	Gepost door Quisha op donderdag 07-02-2008 om 16:01:59
	Self destructively, unbelievably tight Writing at day turning in a wolf at night Searching for the right stage to crawl on The right spot to trip, faint ‘n to fall on Ones I started there’s no one who can hold me back Cause the rage and the energy push me to the max Got no self-respect the only thing I’ve got is rap Tap Tap, the sticks on the drum kit burn me lose From the stress and the flashes of my sick youth no more damnation nor is there frustration Rhythm is ticking on the 96, glass breaking by the bricks Fat ladies feeling sick as there body moves on Fitness of the modern age time to get ya groove on Save the day by living on the music twice Throw the dice till you see the seven eyes A lucky life to live as lucky as my tribe Its Racially mixed following a new way Off the record, away from the Shepard’s herd Wolves below the wool hunting for the absurd Pandemonium’s the tool to free the sick minded coming closer to the soul curing the rich blinded Music taking control as I leave you all reminded ---------------------------------------- "Don't mind your competitiors, just do what you wanna do and what feels good!"
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