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Dec 2012
I'd rather be a hobo
OVERDOSED ON A HAND FULL OF NODOSE, NOW I'M HOPING TRAINS WITH HOBOS. BEEN LIVING IN THE SAME CLOTHES. HAVEN'T HAD A SECOND TO SHUT MT EYES, IT'S STARTING TO FEEL LIKE I'M LIVEN 75,000,000,000 LIVES. SEEN GOOD MAN HANGING BY THE BOTTOM AS EVIL MAN ON TOP PLOT TO SLAUGHTER THEM. THE POOR ARE THE ONLY ONES BRINGING IN OFFERINGS ALL WHILE THE CHURCH CHOIR SINGS SONGS OF REDEMPTION. BAPTIZING THE LIES OF EVIL PEOPLE, WHY THE RICH MOST BE BELIEVERS. A HOLEY WAR FOUGHT BEHIND DOORS OF OIL RESERVES, BURNING HOLES IN THE O-ZONE, BURNING GOOD PEOPLE IN THEIR HOMES. THE POPULATION, A MASS PRODUCTION OF SLAVES AND CLONES, JUST TO SAY IT'S GODS WAY, PRINT IT ON THE MONEY, AND GIVE HIM HIS CUT EVERY SUNDAY. LOOKS TO ME LIKE WE'RE LIVEN IN THE LAND OF WHO EVER HAS THE UPPER HAND AND HE GETS TO CALL HIMSELF UNCLE SAM. COULD IT BE THAT FRIENDLY FIRE WAS THE INTENT, COULD IT BE THAT WE BELIEVED LIES THAT ARE PAYED WITH OUR LIVES. COULD IT BE WHILE RUNNING WITH OUR HEADS IN BETWEEN OUR KNEES THE RAT RACE CAME AND REARRANGE OUR DREAMS. SO WITH WOOL OVER OUR EYEs EVIL CAN CHANGE INTO IT'S GOOD DISGUISE.
christian chickachop
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christian chickachop  cherry hill, New Jersey
(cherry hill, New Jersey)   
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