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I won't beg or borrow, but I'll barter I'm the child of a deadbeat father Made my early years hard and that hot seat hotter Everything between just built my strength and Made me smarter All I need is these words to fall into the right hands, then ill be a made man Cause when I push, I push harder than the pressure of water, against a **** dam When I fall I get back up and stand without the help of a helping hand I won't wear their brand or be governed so **** uncle Sam These lames wanna try and put the blame on my name and make me feel the shame for the blood stains, On the mattress that lie between their bed frame So I pack another duffel bag, hit the road and I'm rollin' stag til' I build up the strength to take another stab and take back what I once had The voice in my head has a voice of it's own and makes choices on it's own I try to reach it, but It wont pick up the **** phone This world can be a lonely home I found my clone, he's stuck in another time zone maybe I'll write him, when I write another poem -J.A.M
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
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I won't beg or borrow, but I'll barter I'm the child of a deadbeat father Made my early years hard and that hot seat hotter Everything between just built my strength and Made me smarter All I need is these words to fall into the right hands, then ill be a made man Cause when I push, I push harder than the pressure of water, against a **** dam When I fall I get back up and stand without the help of a helping hand I won't wear their brand or be governed so **** uncle Sam These lames wanna try and put the blame on my name and make me feel the shame for the blood stains, On the mattress that lie between their bed frame So I pack another duffel bag, hit the road and I'm rollin' stag til' I build up the strength to take another stab and take back what I once had The voice in my head has a voice of it's own and makes choices on it's own I try to reach it, but It wont pick up the **** phone This world can be a lonely home I found my clone, he's stuck in another time zone maybe I'll write him, when I write another poem -J.A.M
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
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