This is my haiku:
[Haiku: Tech N9ne]
The sick pedophile
Touching beautiful kiddies
Really gonna die
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I think the world needs more light
Cause what they do in the dark too heinous for your sight
And mine is dark all the time
A sign to design true crime
But I'm blessed to have the platform for this rhyme
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Damn, why wasn't the light on baby girl
Grown men touch her, she four, livin' in this crazy world
That's gonna affect her way longer than the lighter's life span
If I was there, I'd be sparking way more than a light, man
But if we shine em' all, together we can run them off
Gonna hard-slide on everyone he come across
Molotov's go to slavery in the Holocaust
Lotta chalk, you ain't lit up, then you not a boss
Light the darker alleys, it might just spark a rally
For right these hearts are rowdy, tonight we spark the valleys
And flatland's stoppin' the bad man, with grab hands
Girl he groping, go in the trash can
Nowhere to hide I must say places ain't light enough
You try to cut the bright of us and idol just might erupt
Defy the dusk, with lighters the night adjust
If you got em' then light them up
[Haiku: Tech N9ne]
The sick pedophile
Touching beautiful kiddies
Really gonna die
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I think the world needs more light
Cause what they do in the dark too heinous for your sight
And mine is dark all the time
A sign to design true crime
But I'm blessed to have the platform for this rhyme
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Damn, why wasn't the light on baby girl
Grown men touch her, she four, livin' in this crazy world
That's gonna affect her way longer than the lighter's life span
If I was there, I'd be sparking way more than a light, man
But if we shine em' all, together we can run them off
Gonna hard-slide on everyone he come across
Molotov's go to slavery in the Holocaust
Lotta chalk, you ain't lit up, then you not a boss
Light the darker alleys, it might just spark a rally
For right these hearts are rowdy, tonight we spark the valleys
And flatland's stoppin' the bad man, with grab hands
Girl he groping, go in the trash can
Nowhere to hide I must say places ain't light enough
You try to cut the bright of us and idol just might erupt
Defy the dusk, with lighters the night adjust
If you got em' then light them up
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