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I got money for food, but the wrong kinds pop up

hard to converse with folks when your mental is chopped up

washed up is how I often describe my poetic balance

whip out the spirals to avoid distributing violence

you can check me and judge if I'm a threat to society

my breed barely lives to see 25, we're dying quickly

by our own route

system got us thrown out

either victims of the courthouse or the morgue house

I always work till the thread thins on my shirt

make enough to carry weight, pave roads

yet I'm still walking on dirt

what's that about?

how much kilo of knowledge can I get in this drought

I say, "oh shit!" Then I take one

make promises then break one

off...

I cough...

excuse me if my health is affected by the wealth of self

rich personality, golden immobilarity....



Try and cash that!!!!