I can't be broken, because broken is for the lost hopeless and the weak
As a matter of fact I've broken the curse of the grime readers reach
Can you understand that my flaws can be replaned
Like a caterpillars transformation into something beautiful an sweet
I seen all the hate and the crooked games they play,I seen them destroy a man character while laughing in his face
You catch me I won't let you brake me or take me captive
Into your hideous functions and desolate games
I am a king in my home town I am king of my plans
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Author:
Loki (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2017 19:59
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