Nothing beat me Dead

Nothing beat me Dead

Fashion don’t have a call

In draining my performance

A change of physicality would be

A spilt milk under my foot

You have an Osmotic regulation of attitude

Much Sincerity due to your compared independent value.

Painting faces, add ornamentals can’t devour my height of goodness

Some people of this set are so manky for me

Following the hearts, justice prevails

Safety to the body and soul

Once your rapture desire float towards someone

It can’t be curtail

That’s the nature of life

You can’t stay in world of cynicism, vindictiveness

Revenge, devour, enmity dishonour

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