I'm drunk as fuck and my thoughts are fuckin stuck..
With luck i might jump to dope from rhymes that suck..
is it that my concepts played? i don't show emotion?
ideas as broad as the ocean and I still lack devotion?
I need a resperator to breathe, and investegator to lead..
an investigation on why my emotions never get feed..
I'm pourin my soul into the net, like a salmon i'm trapped..
Rappin in this game but for what? cause backgammon is black..

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Time is not long, and indecision is hells cemment. So the well is rented, untill heaven is relevant. Untill then, to be eloquent, sex cells, so le'ts cellibate.

"watch what you watchin...fox keeps feedin' us toxin's..stop sleepin' start thinkin outside of the box and unplug from the matrix doctrine....but watch what you say cause big brother is watchin" - nas - sly fox

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