You need to practice my pathetic sentences.
To convert this static life to more esthetical, putting psychotic attitude to elastic way and enabling the genetic soul regulator should be the only tactic.
This didactic mc is meant to be read like a book.
Automatically increasing nerve indexes shouldn’t trigger you to fight.
Ethical sociality is missing.
Life is classic, too monotonic and jabbed.
Generations’ hopes are dead.
In this country, living conditions are critical.
I work hard and moil but I am broke.
We always chatted about misfortune.
We stitched brain on TVs.
We bit everything that is said.
We entered the medieval at 2000s.
The goose from our ancestors is still erected after 200 years.
The trigger lean on our butts didn’t stop following us.
Because we proceed lousy.
We always bounced.
Whoever political is fashionable in the country.
We past the apocalyptic days.
What kind of twitch is this?
While thieves are performing arithmetic, we evaded from bank scammers.
Even numismatics couldn’t find the value of my Lira.
We spilled piss on its soul.
And the reflection of my mirror is too pessimistic to me.
We wiped tears as much as we could.
We couldn’t appreciated the geopolitical position.
We loved to death but couldn’t bring it back.
Time has passed. Tic-tac-tic-tac-tic.
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My rap has flamed, its fire surrounded everywhere.
The baby is thrown out with the bathwater.
Hardened his heart with the giant of the world.
Gossip chimed in.
And deep hollows are opened in the country.
And the municipality failed to fill those.
You eat too, my Turkish people.
New Turkey is at the hands of parasites.
Time of generosity is bygone.
The peace of sedition is on the table.
How many peaceful is stayed behind at the cashier?
Society is in dire straits, people are at bars, all rascals.
My people are so-called penniless.
But roads are full of cars.
Their asses are on the seat for even shouting distances.
My lack of toleration is at the highest level.
Wreckage people ridiculed the life.
Vomited to fate.
His friend outstayed his welcome.
And the right of compliment became satirizing.
The file is swarmed.
Homicide and psychopathic activities were plentiful.
My people committed their crime.
Their records demolished their tomorrow.
The last image of my day was always sorrowful.
In behalf of every individual that I saw handcuffs at his/her hands, I scored for tomorrow.
I planted livelihood, what a pity!
Could we able to laugh at dramas?
At the scene of tragicomedy, every person was the director. They sucked my blood.
It was always a flea what comes to head.
It was always pitiful what happened to us.
It was always a liar who led the pack.
Every livelihood was deserved.
Every train that goes to abroad breaks.
And we stay at the first stop, always siren.
Europe was the one who criticizes us.
And they were right about it.
In the country of grilled sheep’s intestines, I lived with the ones who tidy their pants up in public.
And faced the justice of black ignorance.
Nowadays the country is out of the union.
I am the only European.