Skatter, but not really.

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Whats a god to a man

Whats a god to a man Yall niggas is them niggas that believe all the goofy little stories The ones that be in movies You a where my good times cause i aint happy a curse So ur body a lesson Flipped, it hurts so your body breaks down Flawless, lawless, and head on your shoulders You see, but cant nobody else know it The feeling of strict impersonality has not changed you A god to your peers, now they starting to obey you Claim you name you nobody else watching you let it taint you Insane you, fragrantly calling out your shots Wait, nobody wants to cage you So why you fucking mad at me? I didnt do shit to you, So why you fucking mad at me nigga I do shit And describe a vision of a nigga who thinks they godsent When really yall just niggas That will trade or flip A qp of reggie to get a zip Yall niggas fake But humble you claim, i got a problem with you If you judge and stay the same Knowing damn well you are same. God, how you got a pessimist calling the shots Children dont see the message Unless its a bitch with an armed glocked Trottin in the minds of the youth And its easy When all the father figures in the room are just feeding On fear, waiting for you all to think the same And sign sinceres Pen at the bottom Its weird pointing fingers Thats three on you, one on them Leave the room let it linger If fear is fear itself Then we all just fucked scary demons Waiting to go to hell Again i say it Been actors to me Rollin round town in a civic but dressed as a blown crown vic niggas snakes to me Traits is tea, and adjectives that decribe you Dont touch me Yall niggas fake But its all okay cause thats what happens in the movies

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Y do non blacks think all black people do is say nigga and act like characters. Like you ask a non black person to impersonate someone, guarantee they will throw in some damn ebonix ass words.

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IM LOOKING FOR OL GURL

And you made it passed security w the bottles in ur ass Off shits In the grass Real lit Then it pass These aren’t your friends no more, Lucy I don’t want to see you do this to yourself These aren’t your friends no more. Loosely based on aimless names Customs turn Its all the same A friend was once telling me But bridges burn These aint your friends no more. You see? These aint your friends no more.

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I HATE THIS SHIT

Everything happens in twos You have to- To get. You want something? Act right. Everything is a chain reaction But an innovative thrusted upon anyone is a burden. I never asked for this, I don’t want it. Constantly I feel that every act that i do is for someone else’s reaction. Once they’re done getting the performance that was forced from me, I’m finished. SHITS BRAZY

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@sadrosegrl

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Beats coming

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still coming.

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disorder

ive got one 

no one knows 

is it one

if no one knows

if it grows 

and shows

will it know

a disorder

no one cares to know

are you there

to grow

from nothing but 

an empty shallow

Im not my disorder..............

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A poem about body farts when you feel in a strange place. Really it's about church kings and quenettes

Gaming it up while I had school After learning and understanding why to follow rules It's not to constitute A remembrance from them is not an eye to behold But to everyone else if you uphold you are a lost soul Nothing to beam and a shimmer When it turns to dust Remember You have to remember But don't waste Or take A body is an image portrait Swaying so fortune Smooth like a tree Dancing in the breeze Let go A body is never a lost soul

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Bird and shit

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Hmu I make beats too

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Beats coming

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If they do don't write it Hoe type.beat.fuckidddy I smake a spec and can write like this

The one that always seems to steal the show is what was never promised but always wanted by those who they seem to call monsters Nobody wins when A game to me is a Is a name for them places place who refuses to believe that I am not her name because I can't even be an image that doesn't imagine what the world sees Without being a spectacle for what they want me to think is my hard place I write this down But speak And watch Hear See Smell How they steal How they do it and can't even imagine what they see and hear and smell is their image of what is real But here is what they do want everyone to know The one that always seems to steal the show is what was never promised but always wanted by those who they seem to call monsters Who claims to have known but doesn't claim to have it thrown down and picked back up again Who wants but can't seem to want because out of reach Is this free Is anything really if it was taken A name Am I slave to a name or a voice of something I can't seem to claim Does it even matter if you can't spit it out And place a scene Is a name a name or is it meant to be A play not made for peace But played to play a voiceless voice to ease -I deleted a few and added more But this time it had nothing to do with what put me in the first place But everything with what came true

[kidcudison]

“Why be racist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic when you could just be quiet?” - Frank Ocean

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❤️🌹❤️

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I could be this nigga if I had bleu hair stead my shit look good like string cheese #wtf #imfamousontumblrkinda 

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the day in the life is dead from here on now its fred not me but soon it'll be but better cause I say not sad

till death do us part life how days past in better ways.

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The audience is gonna get loud.