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by xRenaissancex Oct 17, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
We are the rhythm we are the beat the pounding in your chest the pulse of your veins we are the heart we are the soul the tempo at it's best and the thunder when it rains we create the sick ways you march to the drum and nothing but us would supply the power of this band we are the soul we're out of control step away, you'll be fine we'll lay you down with this, our drumline to be a percussionist..... your jealous.