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Dec 2015
For I don't care, So I don't.

I won't.

So how then do I cope?

A rope I threw off the table.

A gun, don't mean
Advocate for the dream in life
Massive motion, but the pictures white
Cannot see through the static light
The gray sound, translucent noise
Oh what a fright
Lets fight
Let's not snort that white
Tonight, package and we might
Just have Benji get us a Ferrari if we stack enough right

Plot to the top
Cause everyone else ain't gonna stop
See it in there eyes
Getting a high off the green faced white man, that's right

How do we own the money
How do we own the "honey's"
How do we pierce the ozone

Because I am blasting off from my lit cone, zoned out, eyes red, as I get tunnel vision, I shall not stop even if I am crushed under a tunnel, my body out of vision

A vision

The Decision.
MOTV
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MOTV  California
(California)   
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