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street life
living it like its large but life its so small
sadly it catches up with you and when you dont expect it you fall
you keep up with the trapping, feds come to your door
but theyre done with the shit and youre thrown on the floor
handcuffs are on and youre sent back away
the doctors give you the medicine that keeps the insanity at bay
back and forth for years, everyone is tired
b...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 12:10 pm
dulled
agile mind dimmed by the drugs
they say shes a dopewhore; she fucks all the plugs
no one to care for her, shes losing her mind
but deep down inside theres a loving soul you'll find
scared of her shadow shes been badly abused
covered in makeup so you cant see that shes bruised
turned to the gang because it was the only thing left
but it wasnt what it seemed full of lies and ful...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:42 am
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