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Mankind

6/26/22 Easy or difficult to see right Got rest with ease or a struggle to sleep at night Always rude or someone that actually treats life Like it's precious, regardless if others will never be nice You're in the clear or done from three strikes A person proud to be sober or an addict still hitting the weed pipe Another bull item worth too much or useful for a cheap price It occurred in the dark or near the glow of streetlights All this crap yikes Yeah, that's life Always out of my damn mind Why can't I? Stay sober, I'm always drunk and high Rarely ever do I keep it on standby How am I, benefiting mankind? If I can't even remember last night One second I'm Jekyll the next I am Hyde Bringing out my bad side No fool to it all, I haven't been that blind Or in need of a flashlight If I try, It'll be fair or a landslide It always takes work Every day berserk Losing interest in wanting to stay on Earth What's keeping me from wanting to lay in dirt? May not see it in my eyes or face, but in my heart is pain and hurt No matter if they consider me another lost one Why has it often been not fun Sought love Got none Will do no good to end it all with a Shotgun Battles I've fought some Constant problems I faced unable to walk from Still running into brick walls Always the pitfalls To hell with it all Ego deflated, why has so much time been wasted It's still the same s*** Dang it I'd always treat her like she is sacred But I'm still hated and degraded Given no time of day by women across the nation Yet, I'd give the shirt off my back a helping hand always aided Is this truly what I'm fated? My eyes dilated Endless loneliness why must I embrace this? It was new or archaic I already painted mosaics Switched it up and changed quick Instead of the basics

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