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cocaine cunt

           
wish I could lay down some real ballsy ink            
truth is I can barely look myself in the mirror            
not for my visage but lack of substance            
           
cocaine still comes a knocking            
sometimes I open the door and let the bitch in            
sit the whore on my bed and sniff her cunt            
           
could give all kinds of excuses but I won't            
I love the way it makes me feel            
like I'm ten feet tall in a body five' four'            
           
feel like taking on the world when riding high            
won't lie the lows are bloody hell            
feeling so small for giving in again            
           
it's a continuing internal struggle            
when no one is looking and the coke is on the table            
to remember the pain of being left flat            
           
hard thing remembering when you're on the curb            
the gutter doesn't seem far to fall            
           
           
           
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 26th May 2016
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