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By JOHNY on 05/17/2012
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Its obvious and clear that there is no air
Everything is dirty, not one of them is fair
From the time I was an underdog now I am a player
Whats certain is that u cant win without a prayer.

I have an illness, how can I be prepared
She is my distraction and she never cares
I died for her sweetness thats what dared
Instead pain after that has always stared.

I thank her for making me a champion
Her deep hate made my hustle a gabion
Im winning because of her dirty horn
That evil play gave me a title like fabion.

As I cry with pain,I count another trophy
When I blame myself, everyone knows me
My cheeks are all wet, my flow becomes a gold list
Thanks once again for defining me shawty.
Burning just for the sake of affection
I love and hate it being in this situation
After all I will make my creation
And make the best out of this occasion.

By JOHNY On 5/17/2012 8:32:36 AM
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