in my 20’s scraping my couches for money I grew up in lower so the action comes naturally This apple doesn’t have a tree I have to deal Unenthusiastically I sing the song hope you hear my tragedies The casualties The amount of bodies seen ina casket seems To dig deeper in my cerebral No answers No lantern that can bring light to our plight I never sleep I’m wide awake killing questions surrounding my decisions Too many negatives Not enough avenues to fully comprehend it My head is spinning Spinnin like a pin wheel and- 2 wheelin myself I know my health is in check I want it more than anyone I want it tatted on my neck Tatted how I made it Tatted how I craved it Tatted on my neck until the color has faded Tatted to show you exactly what it takes Blood into my cup I know when I look up Too many angels showin me love Even in my downs I always stay obsessive Can’t find a way to dissect it Maybe it’s genetics Plot my next move Playin chess and you checkers It’s behind me pathetic to think how I would let any bitch have even a drop of respect
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