Kins insane
My shrink thinks
I got ink
In veins
Straight to the heart
Raised to stay sharp
In the Bay
with the Sharks
Right ?
Even though this heathen's
N!ce
This man can't
pardon these
Reasons for leaving
Poverty
Ya tend to feel Kin
When his Pen
Spills arteries
Ill artistry
It aint paint
Yet aint
Hard to see ...
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