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High On Sea **** Ft. Scuba Steve

He's in too deep.

He can't seem to think.

Just how low

do you think he will he sink?

Caught in the undertow

of the current flow.

He treads

Slow

It can make or break what you knew

if you ride the rapids threw.

Will they take Scuba Steve too!?

He wont swim for the shore.

to avoid once more

the beauty in store

Only to find...

That he always wants more.

he learned from the past

but his oxygen can't last

and his air

Is depleting fast

high in the speed

and the passing sea ****

I heard Scuba Steve plead

I'm in too deep

and I can't seem to think

Just how low

Do you think

I will sink?

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May 14, 2014
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