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Mar 2014
I woke up to say **** in still here?
Jail, drugs, love and still i made it 20 years.
Two decades lived i still cant even by beer.
So why the excitement for 20 years?

Because the fact I'm still here surprises me.
I beat dope told it to leave me be
At the end of my rope eyes so blackened i couldn't see.
I should be in jail.
But every time id just get out on bail.
To the legal system its a fail.
Cause every time they give me parole
I give them the finger and bail.

On to the next couch looking for a come up.
Stuffed in a little pouch. And then i re-up.
Im just another corner store clerk serving to the public.
It might make you sick
But 20 was a big number i needed help reaching it.
Written by
luis marcus fernandez  tallahasse fl
(tallahasse fl)   
   Jai Rho
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