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Jul 06, 2009 09:20

Screw this dead space.
I came here looking for posts, something to entertain.
Now I'm sittin' here with a taste of disdain.
No words, no movement, no life, no breathing
But I talk as if words are easy conceiving.
I'm just as guilty as the rest
I'm tired and I've tried my best
But I sit here now thinkin' how's this gonna end?
I'm writng or rapping without a fucking pen
Just thoughts on white, black on screen
someone put this on a beat and make it a dream.

See, record label?
That took me less than one minute. And that could be a whole rap song.
WHERE'S MY FUCKING RECORD DEAL?
......in any case, this song be stuck in me head.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b94beDQQtWI
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