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Tuesday, April 15, 2003

you hear visual visions// my picture painted, my decisions// incision in your blood stream// the light gleam sight is blurred makes it more than it seems// what I mean every definition// this edition yo here come and listen// the sun glisten off top my dome// bouncing off rays to warm up your home// and I own my style you need a new word to define// the style that is mine let's just say sick good enough fine// wine and dine like fluid enter your spine// more like enter the dragon// your style laggin and that I'm just not havin// stabbin motion through all your vital organs// its cold steel your absorbin// your life distortion, fuzz tv rain// can't make out the picture all you feel is pain// stain leave mark never go away// now, tomorrow next week, or today///

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