Why, why me? But
I slept, ate and swam
Eight months. Make it nine
In your extremely ****** up
***** The hell, you said
I could be sold, for cash.
He said no, then why did he
Go around. No business
******* people, with a family
Back waiting. My loss
They say. But still I'm considered
Lucky, now with them.
I want to say, sure as hell
You never know. There ain't
No difference. No
Ain't an ounce.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
Why, why me? But
I slept, ate and swam
Eight months. Make it nine
In your extremely ****** up
***** The hell, you said
I could be sold, for cash.
He said no, then why did he
Go around. No business
******* people, with a family
Back waiting. My loss
They say. But still I'm considered
Lucky, now with them.
I want to say, sure as hell
You never know. There ain't
No difference. No
Ain't an ounce.
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