This Life

As I get older it decisions to make. Important turns to nothing. Your friends turn to snakes. So if i make it with some face dont ask me for nothing. Dont put your hand out like im suppose to owe you something. Cause i dont owe you a dime.You showed me nothing and wasted my time. Im confused about what is next? Should i get involved with crime. Let out shots cause i need it quick? What if i dont hit and i miss? The metal turns cold then you locked up in a cage like a pitt. The weak isnt surving in a cage full of dogs. Should of played it smart. Instead of using your mind you threw away smarts.

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