THAT PARTICULAR SLOPE

I can't get them out!....

The insides locked...

A dark evil that's been devised, and schemed by cleared mere thought......

What was dreampt what was sought....

Dirty like beneath a cloth...

They staked me out like a owls glaze in its faithful watch...

Same how all betrayals caused....

Slowly discinigrates the relationship, partneship till it's disabled all....

Not thinking twice of a racial thought...

I wish it was human so I could their faces off....

Times tired of the racial war....

But it has it's its own slow learning ways....

To which I am disdainful of.....

Homies that became the unfaithful doggs....

In linear to their Fatal cause....

There's no reason it's just because.....

A good tree produces good fruit and a bad tree produces bad fruit...

Produced in full to suite its farmer....

Suiteing is born deep inside the one who posseses the lone heart....

Past history shows where That Particular Slope starts....