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I got shit to say

No shit won’t come out

Shit won’t project

Shit, someone ripped my trachea out

I got shit to say

But that shit stuck inside

Clogged up by old shit

So new shit gets stuck

And all this shit building up

Makes me just wanna scream, shit

Shit taking hold of me

And shit trying to rule me

I got shit to say

Shit, it won’t let me speak

Soon to be escaped shit

Only to be replaced by new shit

So much shit, you can smell it

I already knew my shit stinks

Shit got its own mind, it thinks

Manipulative shit got me nervous

Cause the shit won’t move on

So it’s sticky shit

Sticking to all of me, this shit

And the more shit I see

And the more shit takes me

I realize how stupid shit be



Robyn V. Evans

© 2003