War Poetry

The blood flooded from your vain caused your brain to ich in pain My flow cause a murder scene in my bloody dream The diss caused a conflict in my switch pit Slick Rick was the king of the king pin Flow caused the Earth to spin in million blows Control the show very slow as it shock your spine in line Spilled ink on the paper and staple the purple eraser I’m God right hand on the living dead with a night stand You couldn't even beat me with my tie hands I caused you to make a career suicide  Homicide was a little drainacide  I’m the mastermind, the career suicide


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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