To that bitch,
you know who you are!.
Stop trying to steal my shit.
I'm an original,
never duplicated,
always replicated,
sometimes copy righted,
but always the freshest,
mother word smith.
My style is my gift,
and my art is in the expressions.
If you don't like it,
don't read it,
but know,
that no one is safe.
While I may use aspects of my life,
every article,
every mythos,
is not one hundred percent fact.
Some of the best work we have inside ourselves is from the truth.
If we deny the possibilities,
and run from the harsh realities,
society will try and hunt you down for life.
Stop running from the exhibitionists,
and expressionists.
It all may be trash to you,
but somewhere,
out there,
is another freedom fighter,
fighting back their inner thoughts.
Let's start a revolution with words and art,
not with guns and fists.
Kill me with your lyrics,
and rape me with your visuals aesthetics.
Artistic assault is the most powerful aphrodisiac.
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