"I have aspired to expression, all these years,
elegant past the most eloquent word. But here now
our tongue dries into maggots as we continue our slimy
death and grin. Except today it is fashionable to scream
of pride and be...
and my conscious won't allow me to shoot so I only value time in the booth if that's fine by you, true im trapped in my reality when I look in the mirror, there's a bastard staring back at me the last chance of happiness for my family cause momma's getting older and it's bringing out the man in me
i wish it happened sooner cause every afternoon
i realize another day is passin that I lack improvement
i think I'm losin it,
homies asking what happened to ya,
this concrete rose turned into a black petunia
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