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Jan 2014
This is me, call me a broke *** *****
This is me, trying to make a lil figgas
I’M feeling depressed, unworthily and used
So confused stuck on which road I should choose
As I matter of fact, **** it, im done with this ****
I’m tired of this ****** thinking im a straight up *****
But don’t worry tomorrow it’ll be all said and done
Would you remember me if I got killed by a gun?
Or would you remember me as the money moocher?
The one who would rob the game with a two tone
Word on the street is I need to ******* grow up
Well to the critics who say I should chill shut the **** up
I’m just being me, living life as I should
**** ain’t real if you ain’t real in the hood
It’s because of you I feel like I can conquer the world
It had nothing to do with you becoming a part of my world
I had never been to D.C., OR to V.A., NONE OF THOSE PARTS
I just found someone who gave me a change of heart
Then you say I lied to you but I had to please forgive me
My heart’s been stomped to the ground like Kirk, b
No type of Franklins, just stuck on Aretha
****** called me a loose **** with a severed Urethra
Which means my main vein is damaged, but I know you mean well
How can such a heavenly body cause me so much HELL?
Y’all hear what y’all hear but the sugar daddy blocking it
I deal with colostomy bags often, ******* full of ****
Thirty Three years  so wise so cold
So ill so real so ****** so bold
Still I press forward to beat of my drum
Marching forward to my death Tommy Strong in my song
And I know I fail hard but what else is it to do?
I’ve been looking for something stable for a year or two
Feel like my momma don’t love me so I keep my enemies closer
Sometimes I feel closer to that mu’****** holster
Kiss my girl goodbye tell my daddy I love him
Tell my sis thanks for everything tell my haters **** em
Tell the police don’t shoot, because that’ll ruin it all
Shoot myself thru the nuts and say I had a ball
Then I chopped my **** off since I’m a *******
Shove my **** in your mouth now I’m a *******
And since ****** think im ***** I’ll just grow a ******
Or take a thousand pills until I have an angina
I’m done with the game so Ima bleed what he is
Ima walking talking toilet so I must be the ****
And when I die, bury me on the last train to Paris
Next to Bugs Bunny’s Corpse and basket full of carrots
**** it im outtie my spaceship is waiting
I’ll leave you devils here on EARTH TO DEAL WITH SATAN.
Kevin Collington
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Kevin Collington  37/M/DMV
(37/M/DMV)   
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