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In some way, people are fake.

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Inspectah:

Nobodies perfect, that goes to show when i see they true colours/
Thought i could trust, and confide my feelings with my blood brothers/
But what do they gain, an advantage over me to open wounds showing/
Mention the past, or stab you in the back, slag you off without knowing/
What do i gain? nothing but more suspicion and confusion and if i should do something/
Because i feel that i can trust no one, i feel numb, no'ones here, theres nothing/
These feelings only comeback again, never realising the pain grows thats attached to them/
Thoughts of negetivity, decaying my mind beyond repair, soon to leave nothing left-of-me/

^^ This jus' a lil something! nothing special. feedback appreciate as always. but i never get any!

Still_Blazin:
FLOWED NICE...NOW PEEP MY ISH

Kill:
simple as for rhymes, but still it flowed nicely...not bad and kinda creative

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