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Oct 2017
The less happy I am
The more you all see
I’m not sure I’m meant for this
Never got caught up in drugs or liquor
Pretty words though, they control every breath I breathe
Wonder if this is a dream, I swear it is
Now a days I rarely talk to God
Only call you up when I need you
Not really sure what you’re asking of me
But, I’m the man I think I want to be
Double down on the family tree
I’m just trying to do right by the way my mom and sister raised me to be
Vinnie Brown
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Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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