Tier 4

Stress off the chest, happens to the best, don't give a damn bout the rest, as I inch towards the test, of my life, its a fight, that I must win, there ain't no going back after playing in sin. Judge what you want, let the insults fly, don't matter to me, the hate gets me high, and the rage yeah it builds, it gives me the strength to kill, main and murder, to accept the blood that I spill. We're all human, mere mortals, listenin' to fools, carrying out their orders, in place of the weak, and the words they speak, for the greed in their hearts, it rip, tears, pulls us apart, till theres nothing left, but sorrow and pain, but thats what you get, when your gunnin' for fame.
Monday, December 12, 2011
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