He was conceived by two
Junkies and if you do
The math it equals one
Monkey,
Wild little youngster; sold
Dope On the corner and
Bourne in a dumpster
To his enemies he's a
Thief, murderer some one
Who knows no better,
but
To friends he's classified
A real go getter,
And would **** you if
You came between him and his cheddar,
He walks with love and hate
On his heart, and when he's feeling one you can't tell
Em apart,
He was Bourne into the life
Doomed from the start,
Felt life's bite but didn't
Heed life's bark
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
He was conceived by two
Junkies and if you do
The math it equals one
Monkey,
Wild little youngster; sold
Dope On the corner and
Bourne in a dumpster
To his enemies he's a
Thief, murderer some one
Who knows no better,
but
To friends he's classified
A real go getter,
And would **** you if
You came between him and his cheddar,
He walks with love and hate
On his heart, and when he's feeling one you can't tell
Em apart,
He was Bourne into the life
Doomed from the start,
Felt life's bite but didn't
Heed life's bark
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