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May 2013
Rainy day, lost in the haze

Forgive me the sickness

I'm a little bit blazed

Whats my watch say, quarter past four?

Not like I'm hurried

Just a habit that I keep

Deep in night wile your asleep, in the AM

I think you understand just what I'm sayin

So if your feelin on these shiny Que cards that I'm ah wavein

you may roll over to the vary proposition I'm slangin  

In the AM

See it clearly past the fog my mouth exudes

Not like I hurried I just see the things your tip toeing through

No I'm not worried, I may propose that in fact I'm fairly grounded

A hedonist projecting all the **** you are surrounded by

Indulging in the vacuum created for your wallet by

The ******* that that vary wallet was created by

some dead guy, now his brother son

the CEO who follows by

A formula to keep you wanting up until your slaughtered by

A lifestyle designed by masters simply to keep you all slaves

Bye
I cant lie, I wont cry, cuz as the sheep die, the rancher goes hungry and leaves more room for wolfs to slip by
John B
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