I know a lot now, after time as pass
I find fewer things to talk about when life's full of gas
And the prices aren't very affordable when quality is trash
But we bash until the feeling is crashed
And the pieces are over the street waiting for cabs
Intended to bleed through and cause leakage for cash
I rather spend my money on things to scratch my a**
So in fact, the information is well intact
Bundled up like prostitute in a winter cap
The message clearly reads u can try but the words mean shat
And the diseases that spread can just be a mishap
And god is willing to forgive that
So what can i say when, I feel like I just been slapped
That living in the moment was just filling a missing gap
I truly don't know what to do when the whip cracks
Freezing cold with a stiff back
And the feeling moves to the fingers and its too late to leap back
So it seems that
I have regain the power of the nerd or a geek at that
But tomorrow is another day and i got to sip that
To much and i feel woozy from a 5th and a half
I'm regaining power back to the main slab
I gotta keep punching away to there isn't any more scraps
So when my life is over there isn't just a begin and end, its a story, its a rap.
Reality
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