MY DAY

Mon, 01/22/2018 - 05:36 -- HEARZ

 

Look I'm not sure if you're ready to hear what I have to say but that's okay cuz going to say anyways now to keep up and slap it out up and down for real but never the power up or down to do understand no matter what no matter which town matter what sound but I what goes down this is the truth because I'm speaking to you if you're listening and something's going on it's like making nitroglycerin in between your ears something that you fear something that you don't want to understand acknowledge or even pay attention to you f***** your freedom has been gone from day one it's pretty relevant when you're packing Napalm on other people's land forcing them to understand who the man Baxter program s*** life and death your speaker promethazine them do it to 12 year old 13 year old 14 year old kids it doesn't matter make them give up quick and the pharmacist call it an epidemic it while you're sitting back living in it. It's called a diction and anybody can suffer from it regardless if you're the one doing the drugs or the one passing out the hugs the one is muffled all the smudge or marks the one is told that you loved one is sick and won't get any better no matter how much chatter you decide to spend on the cars cuz if there is no solution then guess who's on the pot pooping that's right if there's no way out the news strong tight it's called recovery and it's been smothering me since the day I heard the word they said you are weak and have no control the devil sold your soul stole your souls old who you goals are to listen up cuz these words they go far I'm living it so I speak the truth pretty easily every day I wake up I gotta tell myself  your skeezy your whole style is busy like Lionel Richie I heard that term was before I like 1994 I'm like a germ I suck at this I'm the one that gets high and loves to drive the kids the one that makes all the mistakes but got to hit the brakes ran over School Bus full of children oh my God I'm going to kill her put him in jail they let him rot till it goes to hell I wish you would just disappear and I'm going to blame it on them f****** beers can you believe it he would choose to live like this over top of taking care of his kids what a sick f*** I can't believe it

 

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