The Shake Down

I pushed through the midnight burn

somehow lost my way in the return

never done won’t be held down

sharpening my fingers for the next round

dissapointment my banter and ego taunts me

sleep your dirty mutha@$?!, yea you

got the best of me, kidnapped me from my

freedom and took managed to rob me of my air



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