How To Define Myself
Mind just discombobulated. No one in the world can fill my mind of what I once learned!
You say there's no future in 2012, she says there never was a future, but the old man says
" He who laughs first laughs alone."
Get out of here. I stopped a long time ago.
Thieving was my life and now they call me " Smooth Criminal. "
They tell me to beat up some body & I reminisce on the past and the crimes y'all made me do.
What kind of life is this? Are we all in one huge puppet show never to see our master?
Is this what you call life? Just sitting down beneath a tree all day?!
We all get hurt some way some how. It's how we deal with the pain that makes us who we are.
All the joy and happiness just fell down a steep hill.
They never tried to stop 'cause no one ever stops 'til they get enough.
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