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Yes, It Is The Projects

Suffocating on the smoke
Whilst Eddy chops me
A line of coke.
He's so tidy.

Rumor has it
Shane OD'd,
But I'm not ready
To freak-
He's probably getting IV'd-
He liked the needle.

Al pulled out a pound
Of some real dank bud.
Toked to disability checks.
Funny part is I don't work yet.

Now that I'm thinking-
Maybe they just get me high
'Cause I'm the only one
With a pussy.
May be true,
But they also say I'm the ballsiest.

Cuddled up between
Harry an Jakie.
They smell like aerosol scents
And stale fries.
It burnt my eyes,
So I kept them closed
And let their wandering hands go.
They always say they like
Hanging with me
More than they did with my mom
Back in the day.

Written by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
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