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Mar 2015
It’s 4:20
I’m with my B bros,
Blunt and ****
Faded as hell,
High life.
Its nightfall,
I’m popping up em bottles,
Inhaling the good *****,
Exhaling the *******,
Floating ocean high,
People say it’s a crutch,
Well, crutches help people walk,
I can’t erase it,
I can’t stop it,
No one to blame,
Life is meant to be lived,
100% agreeable,
Don’t judge me,
It’s my choice,
Hope they understand,
Let em fools talk,
Talk is free,
Experience is what you get,
When you don’t stop trying,
Life is full of imperfections,
There’s no other way to be perfect,
Hold on, wait a minute,
I see *** holes,
They aren't playing any roles,
Veins are pumping,
Eyes are dilated,
Anxieties are high on the level
Modesties, lofty on the average,
One shouldn't be afraid to be different.
Minuscule Ego
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Minuscule Ego  25/M/Monrovia, Liberia
(25/M/Monrovia, Liberia)   
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   Joe Adomavicia and Azaria
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