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Make choices, reap my life by taking 'em for me now
anyhow blizz has a hard time making himself proud
whether if it comes to rocking a crowd or to just read
trust leaves with me flushing the season of leafs
breathing ain't that easy so please witness me leaving
seeing no choice in life but to make myself right
creatively wise but doing no good to my sights
aiming for fame but my name will remain in the gutter
standing on stages ready to stutter, utter the hate
rubbing my faith into the lamp of my future
totally cramped by the news you're about to witness
blizz the divine is alive n kicking, mounting the sickness
confused of nights wondering over what's right n wrong
spite the songs sung, I'll be sprung out of a simple prophecy
minutes to profit by but our infinity is rocket sized
my socket is torn, worn my shoes for for way too long
it's safe to be gone when I try my life in the court
caught in the strife of buying the last sides of the lord
my rhymes, a bible of promises loosing my head
refusing to be dead in the future that shed
using the lead, putting guns to the temple tempting my self
empty as a shell, dwelling as a living dead in the hell
situated on earth doing my works of wonder too well
So my thought's are offered but I'm not sure it'll sell
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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