all my words in tounges,
because when I try to be smooth,
its like I ain't got none.
I work all day,
to save up some cash,
but my account never gets bigger,
I spend it too fast.
its been a good past few days,
dope shit over here.
good friends in good places.
all the things I love.
and in the right light,
I swear to you that I could be a god,
with my trident in hand,
I will command this holy damned land.
she said you're losing your touch,
and your grip on reality,
and sometimes the voices in your head,
scare the fucking crap out of me,
but I know that you're more,
than the sins you've committed,
and the light that's inside of you,
burns brighter than you've lately permitted.
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