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Jul 2018
when you roam the streets at night and you
don't want to fight the temptations that coincide, you keep the anger inside.
The greater not the lesser and it's going to fester.
You learn all the wrong things that you can,
soon you're saying, what's up" to the pusher.
Then you're not weighing but conveying the wrong not the right and you set to flight
all that you built and the good reputation to the hilt.
you start sampling the psychedilic candy and the *** pipe is handy and you find that you don't just have pryamids in Egypt.

Your thought burns and your nose stings,
I better stop by on baby doses any longer!
It makes you feel so good you wouldn't stop if you could
I shouldn't I couldn't, I wouldn't, I must stop, but I have to cop another buzz

Everybody thinks that you're so upstanding but you're really spoiled and demanding and Jesus is your main stay, but you're fooling all that you can
You live to drug, drug to live and to hits the bars for the fire water, but you're really out of order !
you score a hit a cop abuzz and you get so high you don't know anymore
Woops, now you're on the floor !
Get up! Pick yourself up!
Be a man for once, but, can you be if you never really were.
One day you wake up from a binge and you fear for your life and you cry out, "Lord! Save me !"
Mario William Vitale
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Mario William Vitale  48/M/Wolcott, Ct
(48/M/Wolcott, Ct)   
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