curiously to dissin', I'm forcin myself/
Gettin' drunk just to battle I need to get ahold of myself//
That ain't no pride nor dignity in this hip hop game/
It's just a big 'ole trick that they put on my brain//
word..
That's how I be feelin' sometimes/
When I think I'm saved just because I could rhyme//
That's shit's laughable, cuz no one gives a fuck/
It's a bottomline business, and it'll let you know that you suck//
word..
Maybe I'm just buzzin?/
Workin' graveyard shit was'nt worth lovin//
A slight alholic, and I can feel the pain in my tummy/
That's prolly why I'm rappin like a depressed dummy//
I don't know/
I guess it's just a day in the life of Keep It Thoro...

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