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Mar 2014
Tormented in my own mind,
chains that trap me down to the ground.
Freedom is a dream from down here,
only place im going is six feet down into cemetary ground or with my cousin in jail.
Never been good enough, treated like a dog.
I say I'm alright, but my eyes tell something else. The tears fall quietly off my face.
Fake a smile, it'll be alright..
       Right..?
Jeremiah vibe
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