My Flow
Slim to none, must be dumb.
Try for some, not having fun.
Want to kill, to get a thrill.
Show my skill, pop a pill.
It's all up here, drink a beer.
Try to steer, death is near.
Here I go, try to show.
See my flow, feel real low.
Force a lie, made to cry.
Heard my sigh, time to die.
Copyright © Michael Osborne | Year Posted 2005
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