Son, get your fucking head checked, you have a mom, you have a computer, you can read and write, you cant rhyme for shit but thats besides the point, rofl, seriously, get straight, you cant blame shit on anyone but yourself

Fuck your poor me pitty shit, YOU chose to drink and do drugs, and YOUR chosing to let it fuck you all up, get your priorities straight

Can't believe this shit, their are so many people, FIGHTING to fucking live and here you are wasting what meaningless life you have, and by meaningless because you CHOOSE to give it none

So word, Grandma always said "You make your bed you lay in it"

If you live a shitty house, got no food, no water, you do what you got to do

What you think if you were born hundreds of years ago everything you've ever had would be handed to you? No mother fucker, you gotta hunt that shit, but these days you just gotta go to the store, so please, make the pitty party for one because no one wants to hear it

P.S- Read your bible, yeah, you'll say fuck me, and fuck god, but your only fucking yourself

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