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Apr 2012
People are falling like rain
all around me
i don't know why
I'm still alive.

I watch the poor souls
pour down in big droplets
their blood is like water
so thinned by the pain
of the needle and what it takes
from their bodies, from every living cell.
It is Hell, this deadly rain.

We wish it wasn't true
but that doesn't stop
the real nightmares
where i chase the next high
in some strange parking lot
of some strange apartment complex
I don't know him, I know her but now
she is gone

She is mad at me,
I hit her in the mouth
but she asked for it,
over and over and over
until I couldn't take it no more
and Lonnie is nodding out
in the backseat as we wait
at the shell station
for the real deal

There she is, she drives up and
drops off, I tell her to hurry on
and leave so she don't get hung up
with the police, cuz
they are on their way
if Erin don't shut the fck up and drive.

Get out of my car, *****!
*******; I got your fiddy.
Hit the gas and, drive me home.
And Lonnie hung on in the backseat
But now, Lonnie is gone.

And here comes Sig and lil Bit
wettin their pants waitin for it
But E!
What about those roses from Don?

They don't matter much do they?
Unless they got 100 dollar bills
attached to every bud, you will
**** him like a sweetheart wont you?
How could you swallow that nasty sh
t?

Short's phone is dead
Slim aint answerin
Ten don't pick up neither.

Where are we, babies??
What the f**k do we do now?
Written by
Susan Hunt  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Brandon Barnett
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