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Mar 2014
wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.
wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.
money is a means to buy things that make you happy when my grandma gave me twenty I said **** ya and she slapped me now Im workin for some currency and right now I am currently in debt a couple thousand and my parents keep on worrying but I know that I'm capable to escape this hole and make a boat and sail away, Ima stop punchin lines like JayLeno my paychecks and timesheets are worthless when I die, so Ima **** the system quit my job and live my life, ya **** the system
wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.
wake up. school. work. school. wake up. school. work. school.*
twenty years wasted? I don't think so, but did I do anything? I don't think so but this last week I thought deep like Alaskan fisherman watching their lines my rhymes and flow are cold like hos in the middle of palm springs, so frosty, no dirt on my shoulder, I wish somebody told me it hurts gettin older....
rap song
Spud William
Written by
Spud William  Boise
(Boise)   
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