down when I cry/ the bottle of jack/ drink till I die/ and thats a fact/ its more just no motivation than anything else/ fuck it im living now who needs good health/ I mise well just export my stomach to a pool of pain/ cause i know that im living life in a world of vain/ i just write to pass the time/ and sometimes I make up a good ryhme/ but until the end/this bottle is and will always be my friend

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SOFT FOCUS

[The Buddah just sits and smiles]