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They say everyone is born for a reason Alot of mouths hungry and ready for treason Some are hiding in the dark, waiting Others are busy in shows and debating We are like birds in the flock Getting into the flow on the clock Everyone talks of semantics Blah,some are bein romantics You get a cute girl and then get bored Cuz mind makes you stay, cuteness fold People die finding about what their life is No one stops and enjoys no matter what is One man's trash is another man's pick up Everyone wants a huge stash in back up We are struck in fuss and with depression Committing suicide is our final impression We forsake our beliefs and find peace with women The next day we cry of what we did and get hidden Coldness of heart and flames of sin Alot of lust along with greed in the bin I smoke a big blunt and get away from life There's less in this world, just people with knife
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
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They say everyone is born for a reason Alot of mouths hungry and ready for treason Some are hiding in the dark, waiting Others are busy in shows and debating We are like birds in the flock Getting into the flow on the clock Everyone talks of semantics Blah,some are bein romantics You get a cute girl and then get bored Cuz mind makes you stay, cuteness fold People die finding about what their life is No one stops and enjoys no matter what is One man's trash is another man's pick up Everyone wants a huge stash in back up We are struck in fuss and with depression Committing suicide is our final impression We forsake our beliefs and find peace with women The next day we cry of what we did and get hidden Coldness of heart and flames of sin Alot of lust along with greed in the bin I smoke a big blunt and get away from life There's less in this world, just people with knife
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
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