Stuff that happened

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So here. I think if I ever do another poem I'd be talking about death a lot.

Submitted: July 04, 2011

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Submitted: July 04, 2011

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Yo,my homegirl aqila,chillin' at the crib; had a fifth of tequila,im the lead'ehh;Gonna go down on and please 'er; They call my old man a guiserr,ima rip bitches in half,can you help me with my math?



[ Nate, my mate I can't think with numbers, only blunders, my brain's a boulder, we sittin here shoulder-to-shoulder, shit we ain't even livin next to each other, you can't possible know i've been drinkin, i was thinkin life's what people use as an excuse as a bitchin, yanno what I'm thinkin? ]  



nate, nate, nate the great, can't walk around without a cape, every walk is fire, every breathe he takes are inspiration, desire, he's gon reach the stars, and die as the future






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