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ayo, its a struggle son, kid is just.....just strugglin, im dying inside, cats kickin me and im already on the ground.....shit hurts, no money, no family, i cant get a steady income, no one reachin out to help me...........damn......what does Frak do........................shiiiiit, what would Ax do mang!!!!!
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm rugged terrain slain heart torn apart venomous mistakin art gettin tackled within the mind ive been brutally spit on from the start/4 wall barrier caged animal boards play cards in different areas....they say the more the marrier cause that keeps the population in order, ive bordered on certain aspects of suicide and theft disorders/ayooooooo, this is Frak, brown paper bag intact red faced grimy continual habit in this habi-tat/i need a quick fast score shot to the nose get my juices flowin bodily heat below average of ya human motions/consistantly floatin off edge ready to snap, "the next cat i see is catchin a combination to they cabbage blak"/ima have to damage this cat.......mentally not there like war veterans im constantly hammer sledgin these connections that tilt my brain off realitys conception/in other words, im somewhat skitzaphrenic,i deal with 7 different identities each devouring my independence/each sentence displayed daily coverage channel describing the pain ive maintained while visually drained walkin these streets its like a campaign in this hurricane/ima serve this vien or even prostitute my frame, i need this money mang!!!!!!!,shit is hard, im strugglin, knee deep concrete secrete like quicksand and engulf my body, ive been swallowed by the effects of life, this is my hobby......../
"naw, naw, it cant be, i gotta do somethin", "i gotta live, i gotta put myself out there and show cats i can do this!!!!"
denied, slapped sideways i side gaze half eye open realized my stage..........awwwwwww fuck it, this is war!!!!!, ima score at this liquor store and floor the cashier while screaming for the Lord/ayo, this is a chore, i gotta do it, constant movement, only 300 dollars, i need a bigger improvement/so i copped a cheap pistol, runnin the streets gun buttin cats for they fistful,ayo, this shit is lookin dismal, aint nobody got money, im caught between grapplin my mind and controllin what was once me/what was once me, what was once me............i used to be a professional, blue collar white you call it but made expendable/shit got technical, now im off edge in this world, i climbed the ladder to many times to be knocked down like items for sale/kid was derailed, focus was lost, i grabbed a casket in realities locker for no cost/
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