§imps R Limp dicks ’cause [Daxter, Gets Jak; Back from Black just 2 stack that lie from God’s Neverending stor.. i mean rhyme said stack – but I Am so I think there therefore tell’И the Truth: this Poem dies at 9:26 [9:21 at the moment] & I’ll even X’plain the stitch holding Me 2 reason this like a Green composer trying 2 B’Cum a turtle sage like master roshi, smokeN weed, exposure like poverty: we no there R homeless – soyp lines  R scams – you’re work’N 4 free: America has enough money 2 pay you, it doesn’t mean GöDD doesn’t C the same value as time spent – lent like easter – repent only if Ü feel like your soul B rent like tears N paper friends – Ü have 2 pay 2 feel professionally FIX – need 2 go soon [9:27 – ey3 4’got Ey3 relinquished Moe’s ART – Now I Am Noah’s Ark öF the ñü∿covenant ‘ tastes like teenage composure [God doesn’t lie, he’s just dumb] [9:29 – because chiral B my claim, upside down like BDSM & Pain – 9:27-8 were different games]