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My life is so similar to prison
Except for the food that's just sitting in the kitchen
And honestly most of its gone my spirit is strong
As my hunger prolongs, My writing logs are larger
So I just go on , thinking thoughts from marijuana
And I live in the woods nowhere to wander
No damn stores within the concretes heat walk farther
I feel beat and I never had a father, something that I ponder
Wish my life was different as I go onward
Through these hectic streets taking the best of me
My location, no patience, so im debating to be an accessory
Of a crime job, get the money and slide off
It's funny how it f's with me a failure in a recipe
Burnt out like a cookie , I just wanna win bets with a bookie
Wanna have skis and jets like a movie
But my world is as if hells grasp took me in
Sellin grass Just to make some ends to the end
Beginning to finish im sinning like im Carlin
Marlin flows or some fuckin cod shit they're full of nonsense
So I'm just gonna keep taking a loss
This can't be the way the world's gonna gone
When I can't have vital signs , I think it's about my time
I shout and cry inside about to pull a Columbine