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Distant
If she has to go
It's practical
I'm overreacting so
This hazard road
Has to explode
I know I'm sincere
I'm holding this beer
Nobody care
Another year
holding back tears
I'll persevere
Make sure these-
words are clear
It hurts my dear
My brain gets sore when I think
Pour me a drink
There's a whore in the sink
(puking her guts out)
She goes to war with the dink
I'm sick of Asians
and Caucasians
I have no patience
in confrontations
I want to-
stomp their brains in!
so
Blast the flow
Past the known
Pass the crown
Raise'em up....
then put your glasses down
I don't care if your ass is brown
or black, it doesn't really matter
just roll the joints up fatter
it's time to meet the mad hatter
I listen to the chatter, of this mindless conversation
I go to work whether or not if I mind my occupation
This thought creation,....
I tick time
While I spit rhyme
in a quick line
You want a hit? Fine
Have a toke....
release your mind
Diseased and blind
There will be no peace you find
well
This life sucks
if you aint got a nice tux
making nice bucks
Roll the dice crooks
If ya aint got nice looks
Your considered a friend-
if your reading this
I needed bliss
I'll fucking read a list
Of things on my mind
indeed I'm pissed.
All alone but I'll be fine.
I live in a stupid town
look at fucking cupid frown
unloose, unwound
gagged, tied, the noose is bound
Let the world burn-
I hope that the end is coming soon
Pity party? I will NEVER
surrender to this doom!
Thanks for reading ;)
Mike Stewart
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