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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.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
20 years
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.
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
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