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Jun 2013
Inside I be alive...outside I'm in coffin...steady tryna survive...but surely suffocatin... cuz I'm confined to these walls...the prisons getting thicker...I'm at the bottom of the fall...and it's colder than the winter...hands around the bars....fist beating the casket...I'm drowning at the bars....eating fried food baskets...dig me up dig me up...just slide me the key...if I'm drinking from the wrong cup...which one should it be...world can't see it...people don't care...teachers ain't teach it...just that it ain't fair...see when you know what I know you try not to question...but if are where I am you need the intervention...stuck underground with my insides alive.. barely breathin : I don't wanna die...
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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   ---, DieingEmbers, victoria, Tilly and AJ
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