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[aid] => mick
[title] => sweet home Pennsylvania
[time] => 2006-12-12 16:12:14
[hometext] => superbowl of spoken verbs, of spoken word,
[bodytext] => I make rain spit backwards, give me a knife, I'm nice, I got sheer thunder bolts, out of my control, advice from titans got me enligthened, in my blood to conquer thugs, the chain reaction to save the meek from, intimadation, nowadays every bully got a metal, but not every beef is settled, the way it looks better on paper, like a football game but before you think you can't see all the intangibles thrown your way, forget not the savior, Is a walking untouchable, laying low somwhere of the coast of Bombay, stronger force than even Ghandi, or Martin Luther King, I break the so called base, stronger, Rocky Four, "Break your face", still stronger than thick oak trees, surround the place, I possess the amazing grace, to be neither a rat nor a revoulutioanry, my head a true target in the crosshairs, of all these alquaeda authors, yeah i work with authority, but not to manipulate authorities like Hitler's power propaganda, I just am the, the truest to speak, the truest to reach, everything i speak, brekas the code of the great Da Vinci, you can;t move this rubix cube, with shher bullying tactics, from either side, anyside any one that goes against b, let it be, thee, design creator, drink my verbal pee than leave, i got no sympathy, my ***** are beyond ballistic, they say i'm chauevenistic, damn right, even females like Hilary Clinton fit the same descritption, I got no time for ******* *******, I got wars of peace to wage with your children's children, let them listen to clear magic, yeah magic's back, and I'm not talkin Johnson, but miracles I pass, through divine intervention, God dman, I love this nation, I love my state, two cities no longer a mystery, will seal all's fate, Eagles fly, they ain't doves, steel beams support, the world we shrug, who better represent's Pennsylvania, a refined Rendall, no I hold no degree, but i hold the heart of the people, i am as old nearly, as a quarter century, in the flesh, from the best, i learned quickly, to never give in to a gun until the clip is completlety empty, never to give into a bully, unttil you are left with nothing, but liquid and blood, just beacuase i'm done chasing glory, let all other corny haters chase me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 290 [topic] => 16 [informant] => BSteel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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