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the fuck if I know what to call it

I'm drunk on hundred proof soul
fucks with fists
pounds skulls to pavement
boot to head  
learn motherfucker...
belligerent in their ignorance
the world is burning
and I curse the winds  
that brought out the fuckers
high on octane rebellion
burn motherfucker burn
do you know me
have you tasted me yet?
I will rise in my own time
evolve, change, break my chains
I'm no china doll
so easily broken
walking the path
I come across a fighter
who sets me ablaze with his energy...
didn't even realize it's happening
until I spit the words  
knowing their bastards of his
same's in the stare
the fuck you  
I came to stomp you
then lift you up  
because he cares

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