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Mar 2015
black cats cross my path as more sand sifts through the hourglass. counting seconds like debt with no money left so i'll bounce checks to the ceiling and for what it worth I'll spend this time on earth. still looking back for the change while the future seems so strange so i pay in the moment shaking hands with the tax man but never really owning **** but the blood sweat and tears i drip. If a penny saved is a penny earned you can put me to rest in a copper earn. As the hands on a clock are always turning it's the fire inside me that's always burning so I laugh at luck and throw dice to the sky. There's no need to hold back tears this world can make grown men cry so one rule and that's eye for an eye with no reason to lose sleep over it cause we all know how time loves to fly.
christian chickachop
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christian chickachop  cherry hill, New Jersey
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