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Apr 2018
This liquor held hostage in my hand
With no choice but to listen to me
Follow instructions and steps
Easy as one, two and three.

The cigar that burns my lungs
Listens to what's in my heart
Without hesitations
I am validated to the mark

The substance stays with me
Through ups and downs
Right on the spot
Relieves me from frown

Now you're asking me why
I should stop and think about
These vices kept me alive for years
Trusting my will without a doubt

Now you're telling me
That I'm a lonesome bloke
Broke and bleeding
But first let me drink this coke.
Jowlough
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Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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