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I Think That Hip-hop Is More Of An Individual Effort. That Means You're An Artist From The Streets, They Expect You To Rap About The Streets, Because That's What Happens There.

Little Soldier, Little Insect You Know War It Has No Heart It Will Kill You In The Sunshine Or Happily In The The Dark Where Kindness Is A Card Game Or A Bent Up Cigarette In The Trenches, In The Hard Rain With A Bullet And A Bet.

Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep, And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam.

Love's An Excuse To Get Hurt And To Hurt. Do You Like To Hurt? I Do, I Do Then Hurt Me.

They Say It's Better To Bury Your Sadness In A Graveyard Or Garden That Waits For The Spring To Wake From Its Sleep And Burst Into Green.