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Sitting in silence Wondering if I'm rich enough to see the back of my eyelids Haven't decided About to grab this pistol and get violent My stomach hurting And I'm making no money with this cursive Writing my own hearse Being black makes it worse Cause nobody gives a **** Rather see you in the dirt I forgive but never forget Internal anger making me sick Protect your neck When you bow down Your head is dismissed
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
State of mind
Sitting in silence Wondering if I'm rich enough to see the back of my eyelids Haven't decided About to grab this pistol and get violent My stomach hurting And I'm making no money with this cursive Writing my own hearse Being black makes it worse Cause nobody gives a **** Rather see you in the dirt I forgive but never forget Internal anger making me sick Protect your neck When you bow down Your head is dismissed
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
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