...but I can sure rhyme...
Killer, friend, how you been?
Me, I'm tired of the same shit you are
Tired of tryin to make it past the bar
Without goin in n drownin my sorrows
Without worryin about today and fuck tomorrow
Without having to hand over my bread
To the fuckin landlord or fuckin Feds
Just want peace so I know I'm good
To be able to disappear when I could
Tell this world to take a flying leap
But the more I make the more they keep
Trying to keep me from my goal
To see my lover's face and climb outta this hole
But I keep pressing on til their ego bursts
Cuz they may think they're bad, but I'm fucking WORSE!!!!
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