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Dec 2018
These **** pills ain't working doc.
I'll be **** if a ******* man who's never been there even knows the parking lot.
I'll diagnose my **** self,
Good kid gone bad,
Bad city gone mad,
**** gets tough.
Never been afraid to have thoughts of my own and self control is a power lust.
You CAN trust but you can't run away, and bottling it up ain't an option today.
So raise up kid and say your ****** prayers. Let it catch you if it can, you've got plenty more layers.
Written by
Domenick Hemond
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