My dear you better fear, because I am now here, I steer with sheer power, no need for cheer from my peer, I'm hardly a killer, I just sneer and you just drop a tear while I tear through your pear, can you hear, it is I the devil's musketeer.
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The truth is, you have to sell drugs if you are going to finance shitty rap music like that.
But chances are you will end up in jail.
So learn to play the guitar or piano or something.
Or do the smart thing, get into the city and start promoting clubs and events, and grab a DJ job.
Throw parties. Your chances of breaking into the music scene will probably be better than taking the rap music route. So many crack dealers just are never going to make it, EVER.
"No pain is ever deserved unless in memory is its preservation. Thus remember to whip and maim yourself daily, And eventually you shall achieve that transcendent revelation."
It's nothing compared to how far limits can be pushed through the help of another. When the body gives out and can no longer harm itself, that's exhaustion, not nirvana.
Self-harm versus harm from another's like comparing masturbation and sex, one's lacking when compared to the other. 
No pain is ever deserved unless in memory is its preservation.
Thus remember to whip and maim yourself daily,
And eventually you shall achieve that transcendent revelation.
Of solitude and pain many have learned lessons,
Yet only the ones who learn to fail with a smile will last a season.
For every other miscreant a path is that lessens,
Still if you choose to see, it might provide a seeming of a reason.
Perhaps at times reality requires a tad bit too much translation.
Then again, you just might have grown too scaly,
And forgot to follow the all affluent generality of social vibration.
Sorry about the shoddiness of my rumblings. I need to go back to drinking now.
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