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Helpless to a free lunch
The tears on this paper
Fall down like they're weightless,
Truth is they're shameless,
My mom made me famous,
"Ow, I wish I was acheless"
She believes me, and feeds me
Whatever it need be
7 years going on 8, can't count the plates
That I ate, sniffed, snort, popped and whiffed
Between each shift, break and
Have you heard of "there's no such thing as a free lunch?"
If you have, this is completly redunt
Everyday trying to fight the calling way
Will I ever win and stop commiting these sins on my poor smiling grin?
Ok, now it's over, the rains stopped, and for a minute I'm sober...
then,
It starts to pour pills, I swear my nose is already drilled,
But I'm thrilled, feeling more skilled
Hunger..Just won't go away,
Will I ever turn down this way???
Does she know any better? I do, but I'm a fool, I want her to say no, you can't do this anymore, I'm cutting you off,
Don't know what to do,
I'm breakless,
Which means I'm broken.
I've always wondered about just sun soaken,
Yea, I think that's my token.
Fall down like they're weightless,
Truth is they're shameless,
My mom made me famous,
"Ow, I wish I was acheless"
She believes me, and feeds me
Whatever it need be
7 years going on 8, can't count the plates
That I ate, sniffed, snort, popped and whiffed
Between each shift, break and
Have you heard of "there's no such thing as a free lunch?"
If you have, this is completly redunt
Everyday trying to fight the calling way
Will I ever win and stop commiting these sins on my poor smiling grin?
Ok, now it's over, the rains stopped, and for a minute I'm sober...
then,
It starts to pour pills, I swear my nose is already drilled,
But I'm thrilled, feeling more skilled
Hunger..Just won't go away,
Will I ever turn down this way???
Does she know any better? I do, but I'm a fool, I want her to say no, you can't do this anymore, I'm cutting you off,
Don't know what to do,
I'm breakless,
Which means I'm broken.
I've always wondered about just sun soaken,
Yea, I think that's my token.
Published 18th Oct 2012
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Anonymous
18th Oct 2012 8:28am
No moms, no world. Written
to be rapped. Make it
happen.
Dope!
to be rapped. Make it
happen.
Dope!
Anonymous
15th Jun 2013 1:50pm
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