Did you know when I was 17 I was a rapper?
As the ground starts to quake,
your feet start to slip, you're caught in the grip
and you trip as you shake with the fear of the raking of nails 'cross your back
as you track what you missed
and you list all the crissed off women you crossed off your list.
It's not enough that you're powerful,
tough, you
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