| My Art |
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| Ballers (left to right) William,Cory, Johnny, Jon,(bottom) Reese |
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| a collection of myself entitled "boredom creations" |
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| My suicidal rap recital memories they unfurl; No longer love its like a bug burnin in the sun; The hates deep than rage, my eyes glow pure red; Wish I was dead, but instead, I write blood with this pen; The hate I fell gorws deeper as a boy to a man; I'm in a trance, the devil's dance, to the pace I ran; Let me out, mute shouts, a cry in the dark; A life hear, full of fear, and pain unsought |
| Rap Recital |
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