Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Spiralling down for what seems and eternity,
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.
Dial up words but they're not in service
That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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