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to tings, it doesn't fucking matter

I find myself as if I'm blindly walking through life's abyss.
The only thing that's grounding me are memories that I

And what I saw next, to this day, my memory does keep

In a coffee shop along a worn highway somewhere
My dear mother and I sat patiently there
Watching

By the school gates
But now he dumps her dead in a suitcase
Buries her in the garden with no
Mark on the youth's grave

They call police, say she just

Purple memories don't exist to me 
Who needs friends when you got 
Plenty of frienemies? 

Real enemies, 
They jealous 
Hoes see me, start acting

dead Lincolns
5 star work Impress Lincoln 
Like I'm Pres lincoln general 
Granted I think Honestly I'm able man 
Faithful to my dog
Like I'm the opposite

Good mornIng LIfe
You got me wakIng up before 5:39
To run across a brIdge and draw my lIne
Blue RIver gIvIng shIvers whIle I'm strollIng by
Over my

and rings it goes over and over my head
Truly sometimes id feel better man if i was dead

But i wouldnt tho
BeCause i dont even know who'd be at my fuckin

To traverse Antarctica on sled
Twenty-seven brave men
Came to Ernest's dank den
Hoping they wouldn't end up dead

Three life boats logged
And seventy sled dogs

memories don't exist to me
Who needs friends when you got
Plenty of frienemies
Real enemies they jealous
Hoes see me, start acting
Over-zealous
There is

The Southside we told the time by the street light
My grandma house I used to think about how we fight
Just some knuckleheads running round with knee

the forest
Only shells left in the sea
Cobwebs overtook the buildings
There was never you and me
Empty streets of distant memories
Piled up with rusted cars

and it's who I'll always be
Torn apart by thought and memory

I want to walk the wilderness beneath an audience of stars
And if I am to die out there then

blaze rounds, machine down

Clowns my homes the dog pound
Kill the dead off loud
Smoke opp, kush at a hundred an ounce
We ship them out us,

Live life by

magic with wands
Followed by a black swan
Transported to Qlipoth
Now what the fuck have you done
Woke wrath of Poseidon
Now I must grab the gun
Let it

a popular bottle, 10 toes down for the homo
Push that gas she gon follow
Flash of my past got you wet
Ask who I smashed got upset
Called me a dog so I called

I hang with my dogs like a Rottweiler 
When it come to songs ima stock piler
Tryna right wrongs like a changed man
Tryna climb charts like a rock

ghettos
Im white, upper class with pill bottles to sell tho
Rapist and satanist vegas is well known
But they dont know a 10th of what i went through to get

croak
You’re micro, soft as tissue
I’m the fuckin’ maestro
I hate to beat a dead horse but I clear thoughts
Out my head by burning papers in a light frost

Born and bred in a suburban prison
Common land in the Kingdom of Fear
Generations doomed by disillusion
White picket fences holding em in

The dream

Op Ivy stopped growin
The Ramones lost the touch
The Sex Pistols are impotent
Face facts
Punk is dead

Pac bit the bullet
Dre don't operate no more

talk
Bodies on the floor wrapped by the street chalk
Keep it moving cause omerta be the street law
Sipping Henny from the bottle cause my cup is

Shoot first that’s the motto
So I hit one of you n****s with a hollow
Ridin’ through OC smokin’ Gelato 
PJ out of the bottle, got a hundred bags from

Remember cutting up learning how to cook crack
Slanging In them halls work in a school bag
Hanging with my dogs right where they shoot that
I done came far

wet behind the ears but still acting like you know
How you focused on your goals but be distracted by a hoe?
How you gon' ever save your paper if you're