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Nov 2020
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Twenty two years I made it I survived
Sometimes back in nineteen ninety eight I wish I died
Every year I see more clear where we steer
Those at the helm speak and all I hear is fear

Hope couldn't cope so he did dope went to sleep never to be woke
Hopeless and could care less I have to confess I'm broke
Light pockets and a heavy heart as a child torn apart, ****
Light at the end of the tunnel but the caves end is dark

American raised told "not even the sky's the limit"
Eatin rice and pain I just cant feel it
"all the dreams yours the greatest ever" how they sell it
Hope for the future, for better days, its sold for profit

American raised so I party my life away
Drugs and rock'n roll keep reality away
Movin forward when I stop forever I lay
In dirt debts catch me and I cant pay

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Wrote this on my birthday.
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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