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Bleeding Vessel




I'm a loner on this street
I'm a hustler without bills
No strong thing, no hard feelings
Just yet to locate a heart beat
With same rhythm on my ECG

Been single, is not a real deal
But going alone to see a movie
Not even with a paid side chick
Every day, getting loved is a film trick
Confused me, oh confused inner peace

Even a lion gets a lioness
Also a man from village, without digress
Will eventually get a mistress
Out of the things that put man in distress
Being loved by the one you love, is priceless

In my diary, is going to Soweto 
Not to buy corn or potato
But to be by your side as a commando
Without much ado
Let's say, I win a lotto

Don't leave me chattered
Like an alcoholic with ataxia
Don't let my heart beat faster
It may cause an atrial flutter
With a pulse that's irregularly irregular

- Acetyl





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