I might cope if I could just find hope
Clean as soap poised to sell like dope
So could you please support me
Spit heat, question right and go left
This right here is my two step
Don’t step on my shoes
I keep promises
On ignorance I’m low tolerance
We killing Shyt, Obama
What’s the secret, Osama
Now I’m leaving it
They peeking
I am a planet myself
My projection is wealth
Couldn’t do it myself
So I asked for help
Close your mouth and stay Hungary
My target goes past the money
I live in the wild, Jumanji.


A: Poetic Thought By: Ronald T.


“‎Tyrannic” Is A Poetic Thought by: Ronald Thompson © Copyright Musiqplug 2014, All Rights Reserved.



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