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It's every day bro...
I never thought
I'd resort
To selling all sorts of narcotics
Far from it
But this shit got me exhausted like carbonic
And my car bonnet only holding .9
Tires flat like salt plains
I exist on a fault line
One minute moving up
The next I'm doing the splits joining two sides
While time just zooms by,
I can't watch idly,
that might be the pride of me
Despite giving all I got to the fight to survive
Always something gonna come and take a shit on my shine
I resist with my life
But man some times
These exercises feel futile
I'd resort
To selling all sorts of narcotics
Far from it
But this shit got me exhausted like carbonic
And my car bonnet only holding .9
Tires flat like salt plains
I exist on a fault line
One minute moving up
The next I'm doing the splits joining two sides
While time just zooms by,
I can't watch idly,
that might be the pride of me
Despite giving all I got to the fight to survive
Always something gonna come and take a shit on my shine
I resist with my life
But man some times
These exercises feel futile
Published 17th Feb 2018
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