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Youre Going Right Into a Bag
yall did it for the gram,
and hid it from the fam
jilted on the glam
i filtered out the jam
i see you in a scam
not even with a plan
blowing all your yams
to quicken drowning in a can
sticking in the pan
the plot thicken in a span
i was missing in a scan
now i listen to the sands
pick a part a pattern
of perceiving ill be damned
when i started gathering
the pieces
all the reason helped me stand
poking passed the ceiling
and all the feeling i really had
hate to say it now
but its reminding me of dad
avoid the void your filling
and the milling getting bad
grinding out but stealing
your opportunity is sad
for every step in progress
youre going right into a bag
hamster on a treadmill
to the landfill built with slag
Copyright ©
Davin Payne
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