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May 2014
Like what the ****, i feel like a sitting duck
Well its **** season so bring your ammunition
My brains not the size of a peanut,  havent you heard? Neither is my *****
So lets **** around cause i keep on ducking around
They say God made the dirt and the dirt dont hurt
Well ive been treated like dirt, Redemption....

Thanks giving duck, more like no longer give a ****
Was a beautiful flower, now my attitude has just gone Sour
Your empathy no longer a matter, get me a spoon so i can eat it
Chew on it and spit it back at your cleavage
Plain old broke, not jail broke
Still a free man so im gonna enjoy this smoke
In my opinion im just living, in your eyes its called sinning
conclusion my decisions not to care for your opinion
I guess that means im still winning,thats my opinion

Even with these clothes all worn out, and my freedom in doubt
Ducking through the bush, with a haircut like butch
I am still the living, "barely", but that earns me a thanks giving so,
Thank god for what i still got
My son is always burning hot
a roof over my head, loving this warm bed
Who needs these mercedees, when ive already got the most beautiful lady
Say Grace...**** your Faith!
Now pass the pig, because i have all the gravy!
Written by
Christopher Lafleur
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