there is no nobility in being poor…if you had it you would just sell it
it's no fun leaning against someone else's wall
keeping your head down when that cop car turns that corner coming right down your way
all is shit
a pair of pants a shirt on your back with moth holes
you don't do drugs
so the pain is almost unbearable
but the pain doesn't kill you but you wish it would
and it keeps going on…and on…on and on but you don't die
something in you wants to live…but is so far in there…you can't see it…can't hear it…can't feel it
but somewhere it is there.
you don't become numb to the pain…just used to it
do you know what I mean?
I hope not
play it safe
boredom for some money is a fair exchange
or your stomach will never forgive you
and god don't know you.
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