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ZACK GRAM May 13
No talking Yeet Yeet
They know


      Whooo
      Whoooo
       Whooooooooooo

Wasnt me!
RICK FLAIR
          
                               DRIP
Ladies Gasp
ZACK GRAM Apr 5
Pay Me or Pass
I Won The Prize
Carey Come on Down
Clear A House
Win A Powerball
Buy Me A Life
1k 4 All Times
Temple Built
All DisHonor
4 All 4 Honor
Sales Tax 10 A Bet 1k Bets
100$
Sold Perishable Item
Buy A Hood
Sell Back Lower Interest
Bigger Checks
Cheaper Paid
5 A Lick or Less
2 APR
15 A Hour
13 Months Yearly
Pray Re-Assurance
Tax Zack
U Pay Tiny
Get Cashed Out Equipt
Fully Equipt
Blinks
Dark-Notes Fiery Fights
Brighter Lights
Ole Glory Save A Shop
We Going Top
Faxxing Schemes at Scenes
On Screens
Paying Saving
Creating Basting
Casings
Playing
Praying No More Death
Rest Bless No Less
Shouldnt Have To Ask
Thats Past They Blast Last
Free Z
ZACK GRAM Mar 12
Manhattan Project
One Breeze
TOP THE PARK
2 much drinking
We know where we from
West Central Heights
The Real Westside
Bury Me A G
Ask Poppa Punk
Praise Ameriona
Riah had me Hooked
I wont let these memories rule me
Lie to me an fade me away
I retired Drake G
Ask Bohemian
SPARTA
IM OLDER THEN ALL YOU
IM FRESH
See you in no future
Smoked away
Piles of Dope Fiends
Heil Mariah
Notes
Poetic T Feb 2019
We are the virtues of natures
                           measurements.
No matter the strength that portray ,
                            we are each but wind.

Captured in a singular episodes
that collects

                                within a series of




cyclone syllables.


              And each is more vocal.
                 causing more destruction with


meanings that was expelled before.



Weep on the condensation that falls,
                 for the breath that collects after
                 will carry you further
      

Than any that fell in subjugation
                               before any verse...

where all wind in an eclipse of motions,
                      also surpassing every falling..
what
rich generation
we
own
the key
to scratch

anything you
could touch
with your
pathetic
hands
tryn
touch me
beyond this
rich generation
?













...
..
.
noted
...
..
.
I'm genius!
I know!
You know!
You saw it!
But those who diagnosed me
tore away my faith
and yours
at least in me.
Who's the sick one?
me
for
the
wrong
answer
she
left
with
an
question
?













­...
..
.
to me
and
mostly me
here
am
i
in
this
silence stalking
moonbeams turn
tasting wine glass
glanced
here
am
i
in
be
tween
both glaces
catch me here
like breath
dances
what
say
you
to
me
?
...
..
.
buisness
of
known
nightime
escapes
never
me
...
..
.
Austin Heath Dec 2014
I dropped a bag of free muffins
on your shins and the cat
freaked out on top of you
ran off, and knocked over your water.

You're such a ******* stiff
you might as well have
rigor mortis.

Gorgeous though.

So I tried to be nice,
but I laughed too ******* the inside,
and I'm probably
never apologizing.

If you're looking for one,
*******, buttercup.
I got fuel to burn
and I'm saving my remorse
for the people I've ****** over
worse
and you ain't topping that
totem pole.
Dee Bach Jul 2014
When your alone
the fear creeps back
reminding you,
your alone, no one knows,
the pain inside, just wanting to
meet one who understands what
its like to be tagged,
and to be the only one with the tag,
some genetic mutation
not inherited, in a sea of people
you, the mutation
almost like your
a science project gone bad.
The stares, the words
all blending into one word,
not remembering all that is said
forgetting the important words
conversations slipping not
remembering
lost.
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