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Treasures

Treasures of the terrain we sweep
Deciding what to give away, what to keep
I reap what I sew and I'm seeew dysfunctional
Life takes my wallet
Takes all of it
I row the boat
On top of it
Shop for rocks to collect
Mix match ms. Disrespect
Break my neck
Straining to be straight edge
To be the best
To breathe and rest
To save the lives of all my friends
Bed and break shit fast
Slow drips, molasses
Bitch throw fits
Shake my ass, hips
Spinach dip into the deep end
Finding my brain cells after the wrong weekend
Sleeping
Your sister mother brother keeper
Hide in the shadows swimmin
Grim reaper
Tweaker outta touch
Reaching for the sun
Shine upon my lungs
Job well done
I lose myself for no one
Everyone
Head spun road runner
The land of opportunity
6 feet under
Forgive my sins and blunders
Blisters of a street runner
Hi hun
Kill and bun dem
In the bin my friends
Are causing mayhem
I am free
I can't pay time to pause or end
So I pretend I'm heaven sent
Demonic head
Put the sparks ignited light to bed
To tread upon my dreams
Nothing is as it seems
Written by JnLdNk613
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