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11/7/22

Still there is bombing grounds
A whole lot of clowns
That talk down
I still help in saving lives some of which from a dog pound
Regardless if I ever make my mom proud
In the end it's all up to god now

Always being overlooked
Everything is what being sober took
The same said for taking a closer look
At times experienced it first hand and even wrote the book

Still f***ing up my kidney
They always they thought I was being just silly
But really
I couldn't help it and at this rate it will just kill me
It was once chilly
Couldn't just warm up from a cup of chili
At times caught up in a tizzy
Because it's tricky
Day and night in a corrupt city

I could care less whether or not you believe me
Decide for yourself if it all is that easy
From here to Waikiki
To Fiji
Beyond material  like a Lamborghini

Zero pain in my left knee
I could not name a song by Kenny Chesney
Life will always test me
Why are they so quick to judge and detest me
Regardless if people go against me
I'll never let it effect me

They always want my help
When it's anything strong or heavy as well as up high on the shelf

Across the Earth
Put in endless work
Traveled continuous miles 
Tribulations and trials
Difficult to smile
 They've been vile
File upon file
Could be compiled
To go through it all it would take a long while

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