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Knock out kings fur life
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IP:
When I lie here on dis bed my life is gone for this fatial day,
When my legs where trapped on that door it held my thoughts at bay.
The nurses treat me like as if I am a piece of their workers pay,
for now my soul is tourn and my spirit has been slayed.
My time seems short and my days turn to months,
for now I can;t see my homies or evens smoke my blunts.
it will take me years they say that I will be able to walk,
but all I do not want to do is go to court and talk.
The fatal days of my last normal life,
I could still hear the fatal screams of my dear lovely wife.
The car was only going 80 but when I took the curb,
it was about going 90 before I even got hit by that herb.
As the screams got quiet and the smoke cleared,
I looked at my wife at once what was my worse fear.
My legs pinned to my sides and hearing no slight breath.
I could not do anything but cry out for her dear name witch is Beth.
AS THE paramadic came to my aid I saw what was left of my car,
twisted metal turn to shrap I knew that I wanted that herb behind bars.
So it has been about 2 mnths ago and I am here still learning how to walk,
for they say that my brain has lead me not to be able to talk.
So this is my story of what had happened from a perfect life,
to being disabeled and having ur world ripped like ur wife.
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