Truman
Let me tell you a story:
I met a man at the corner store, he told me “that’s how the cookie crumbles”
As he stumbles out the fkin door, with a whore, shoes untied
So, I gave him a thumbs up like; “say no more”
This life, I swear it’s a joke
don’t make sense,
Now dude is right next door beggin’ for cents,
instead of my two sense
So I preach to save peach from my castle,
my sanity, and my vanity
And I stay quiet to avoid riot
And I search for a solution
I close my eyes, I kneel down, and I pray;
“Oh God, give my stories the power to start a revolution”
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