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Romil's Most Wanted
Someone rid me of this pain PLEASE
my Neurons are holding Peace Rallies up in the streets
for their fellow thoughts that are imprisoned in these brain cells
trapped in time
all on the lookout for Soul
seized by a rhythm's design
aderaline rushing past white cell cops
taking me for hostage,
duct-taped, back of a van reaching for an asylum
driving me CRAZY!
Someone rid me of this pain please
give them what they want- my Soul
seized only by the soothing beat
gang violence at an all time high
these crips and bloods have claimed their turfs
red arteries and blue veins,
peace kicked to the curb
pounding each other,
point of entry? the Eardrum facility.
Drugs infested streets,
selling base, buying heat
leaving me weak and cold,
They have won the war...
because they have seized my soul.
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