A Show
• Written by RapConcept
Spark the fire, give me the inspiration that I desire.
It's dark, my reputation to go higher.
Liberation is nothing without the Information to know either.
Consideration something is giving configuration to flow.
Neither can we consider this situation a show.
My fever's hitting, dreams dreaming of woes.
I'm here like a babysitter, teacher or creature feasting below.
What's keeping me slow? Reasons for believing in demons, the screaming will grow.
When I leave even the seasons will go.
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RapConcept
Member since April 4 2015