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Jan 2019
Who among you to know my game
Wood leg gaggin two good lames
Old man nick’s been burnin dreams
Till I come out, settle in the seams

Purps on the news I duck my head
Home to cookin, feel good dread
I'm in my zone, the throne ceramic
My buddy Nick, he calls panic

Tells me now “come’re you wannit”
I duck flows I’m barely onnit
To pass a day a daily life
Feel fists fapping, fury fright

My "friend" nick ain’t seen him so much
**** come hither hits so blunt
I’m on the floor his sucker punch
Can’t remember my past three lunch

Cereal on the beach
Seeing now that what I preach
Over yonder my future’s bleak
Blue so ocean yet I’m so weak

Call my name again won’t do
It’s not bad I’ll make it through
I’ll see you on the other side
Where lust and beauty don’t collide
Ghostlizard
Written by
Ghostlizard  New York City
(New York City)   
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