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i never went right away still stuck here im fucked up more this year than last years the past is yesterday damn thats just so near i aint gotton enough distance the trouble still fucking with a double a ok ay i just didnt fumble i rolled into a stop had the 12 still running my plate something that irritates why the law is so easy to break paying them fines with nickles and dimes and im always late must wanna see my balls i just opened a show and cause court date heres comes obnoxious making all that noise so im a stop recording and just wait ........... musta been my fate to juggles abunch struggles and a fucked up busted hustle just to get mixxed up with a unfixxable mistake never cared about how im supposed to repair the bad chioces i always make and make ... didnt even try to put myself so far behind the crates the energy it takes me to create another great what.,. another great im just so great at forgetting what im about to guess ... cut cut ..what im a .say next fuck it.. opportunity slams the door in my face guess selling vacuums that year in june was just a waste garbage bags dont take up much space sometimes so many rhymes end up combined but you dont see what it makes you dont see the lines that my minds molds togather like clay its no wonder how i dont ever fold and i still stand skinny but holding on to more wieght only the realone feel me cause i dont make any sense to the fake maybe 1 cent maybe .5 of a cent is all i can change but that still could cause the bank to break never had piggy bank wasnt trying to save for 12 i know i got problems sinning but i dont need a place in hell back and forth thinking about time pacing a cell been there done that metal dest sat down done raps had laughs lost my patients suicidal thoughts came at me like a rampage intruding on me on good day its fucked up how you can make ya whole life tooken away but you cant make you life not die what wise words can i say to numb the pain like cocain or its a 12 gage my brain lke Cobain outside still looks so dreary and gray wet but no rain the vibe is strange looking at my wrist thinking about razor blades reminding myself i cant fed in to what them haters say so fuxk em and more so im stay so original always comming with fentanyl flow x and o to the hoes dripping in new clothes with a hangman logo not trying to hopeful trying to be certain about singing a deal with polo if i quit dreaming then im just awoke and never sleeping i never seem to have any favorite i like to keep it even treat people equal it carries more meaning i remember somenights with only my hunger to carry me through the evening felt like i was starving to death by breakfest seeming like a liquid diet where the fuck was all solids digest and to it off no icing on the cake to add the stress thinking about the kinds points this unbudgen judge is going to exspess before its society he haves to protect like im such fucking threat so many chances giving to me to plead my guiltiness guessing wrong about having a messed mind would clean up my act but still showing sign that iwanna be fithly rich turning the off switch to my crinkling up conscious when i felt i wanna cringe to the sound of sentences consequtive concurrent curbing my sharp turn i did feels like half way doing a front flip landing face flat almost flattening my face like animaniac ( aint i maniac) time to hieghten up my IQ so many ideas led light flashing in my mind advertising out my craniam that im a fucking brainiac if i die dont waste a single second bringin me back if you think all i ever do is bring up the past but what does anybodt know about my insanity to remind me not to make the same mistake exspecting a better outcome to take place always try to get straight to point instead of saying abunch of exscuses to take up space still i dont know why i did so much time time musta helped me shine im still alive and these rhymes will alway be alive words living on forever
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i never went right away still stuck here im fucked up more this year than last years the past is yesterday damn thats just so near i aint gotton enough distance the trouble still fucking with a double a ok ay i just didnt fumble i rolled into a stop had the 12 still running my plate something that irritates why the law is so easy to break paying them fines with nickles and dimes and im always late must wanna see my balls i just opened a show and cause court date heres comes obnoxious making all that noise so im a stop recording and just wait ........... musta been my fate to juggles abunch struggles and a fucked up busted hustle just to get mixxed up with a unfixxable mistake never cared about how im supposed to repair the bad chioces i always make and make ... didnt even try to put myself so far behind the crates the energy it takes me to create another great what.,. another great im just so great at forgetting what im about to guess ... cut cut ..what im a .say next fuck it.. opportunity slams the door in my face guess selling vacuums that year in june was just a waste garbage bags dont take up much space sometimes so many rhymes end up combined but you dont see what it makes you dont see the lines that my minds molds togather like clay its no wonder how i dont ever fold and i still stand skinny but holding on to more wieght only the realone feel me cause i dont make any sense to the fake maybe 1 cent maybe .5 of a cent is all i can change but that still could cause the bank to break never had piggy bank wasnt trying to save for 12 i know i got problems sinning but i dont need a place in hell back and forth thinking about time pacing a cell been there done that metal dest sat down done raps had laughs lost my patients suicidal thoughts came at me like a rampage intruding on me on good day its fucked up how you can make ya whole life tooken away but you cant make you life not die what wise words can i say to numb the pain like cocain or its a 12 gage my brain lke Cobain outside still looks so dreary and gray wet but no rain the vibe is strange looking at my wrist thinking about razor blades reminding myself i cant fed in to what them haters say so fuxk em and more so im stay so original always comming with fentanyl flow x and o to the hoes dripping in new clothes with a hangman logo not trying to hopeful trying to be certain about singing a deal with polo if i quit dreaming then im just awoke and never sleeping i never seem to have any favorite i like to keep it even treat people equal it carries more meaning i remember somenights with only my hunger to carry me through the evening felt like i was starving to death by breakfest seeming like a liquid diet where the fuck was all solids digest and to it off no icing on the cake to add the stress thinking about the kinds points this unbudgen judge is going to exspess before its society he haves to protect like im such fucking threat so many chances giving to me to plead my guiltiness guessing wrong about having a messed mind would clean up my act but still showing sign that iwanna be fithly rich turning the off switch to my crinkling up conscious when i felt i wanna cringe to the sound of sentences consequtive concurrent curbing my sharp turn i did feels like half way doing a front flip landing face flat almost flattening my face like animaniac ( aint i maniac) time to hieghten up my IQ so many ideas led light flashing in my mind advertising out my craniam that im a fucking brainiac if i die dont waste a single second bringin me back if you think all i ever do is bring up the past but what does anybodt know about my insanity to remind me not to make the same mistake exspecting a better outcome to take place always try to get straight to point instead of saying abunch of exscuses to take up space still i dont know why i did so much time time musta helped me shine im still alive and these rhymes will alway be alive words living on forever
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