Poetical MammelTill death do us part as we avoide the heat,some hustle money only living for streets,ma back, can no longer support the weight,only benches can afford to support a family of 8,who strives to achieve greatness upon killing,you can't achieve knowledge without being willing,2 souls apart only to be swollowed by air,conspircy theorys is what the public fear,theres only so much i can't see beyond the well clear,not my decision,my foes pain he's inflicting i can no longer bear,to distort my way of living,so whats the deal about going to prison,the Roots rhyme, and i respect their poetry,instrumental my thoughts convey f
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