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Not perfect
First of all I am not perfect,
I was a planned mistake and everytime my head hits the pillow I lie awake,
From Jailed thrice to hospitalized twice over substance I lacked but chose,
I suppose everything just went like 1,2,3 now let me tell you what that means to me,
That’s one overdose, two friends that lost their life one to gunplay one to vice,
And the thrice is my rooms because I need three,
Na, SAA and AA respectively,
So as I sit and scribble on the back of this integrated family service envelope,
I hope theirs something mutual in you I might have awoke.
I was a planned mistake and everytime my head hits the pillow I lie awake,
From Jailed thrice to hospitalized twice over substance I lacked but chose,
I suppose everything just went like 1,2,3 now let me tell you what that means to me,
That’s one overdose, two friends that lost their life one to gunplay one to vice,
And the thrice is my rooms because I need three,
Na, SAA and AA respectively,
So as I sit and scribble on the back of this integrated family service envelope,
I hope theirs something mutual in you I might have awoke.
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