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Jul 2011
Corrupt your words to blend your image

take the time to hide your own damage

lost without will to fold your soul

tell those lies hit the bottle to dig that hole

take another "dip" and finish with that "grenade"

don't lie, were growin don't let yourself fade

that bottle is the home grown medical kit

when the words finally spill out we're Infinite
"Dip"- is chewing tobacco
"Grenade"- Large girl that you know nothing about and have *** with.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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