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Momma always told me don’t eat
I started smoking shit
Too difficult to grow up
in a broken home
Put a 40 to the dome
Got no place to go
The disease became terminal
I had to paint a mural
Black and white with hallucinary visuals
The blood splattered teardrops across the white snow
Left me with no option but to finally hit the blow
Addiction started slow, no place like home.
Asked myself where am I going?
A path to self destruction and meaningless ideals
Becoming constructive in the mass appeals
Let life become real
Dreams are reality, don’t let life be a salary,
If happiness came hourly
Would you be proud of who you grew to be?
Putting in the hours, gotta be official
Get yo hands off yo pistol,
Your minds a fucking missile
Guide it to clear the way or blow your fucking
No more suffering no more pain.
Looking onto better days
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