Sunday, April 15, 2012

The enemy

Don't need no enforcer/
its my soul that is tortured/
the youngest daughter.
Hiding the key to the force.
i beg to see the difference of your ways/
time stills/
its the same/
round about and barely there/
pretending that you all care/
the tempo of your words cut through like a knife/
fuck your family, friends, its YOUR life/
no one can stop the storm of was/
but i can create what the storm does/
to question my stableness is just a joke/
one id tell to my friends not you folk/
It breeds and see's/
im still here/
your intentions by default makes my head clear/
i dislike you and i will wage war/
I didn't pick my family, did you pick yours??????

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