drownin' myself in thoughts of what's to come.//
cops could rush, or my enemie could bust his gun.//
will I be in cuffs or end up with a punctured lung.//
just for fun, I bring the straight and narrow.//
my 'presents' is felt more than the christmas carol.// (presence)
presented with hell all wrapped up in this pickle barrel.//
where's hope.. out the window, god just got sick of caring.//
pick a bearing, where'd you want to go today.//
do you care, or do you just want to run away.//
hide in shame with a tainted name while your face turns old and grey.//
mind raped from snortin' cane, swollen brain so drained of feeling life becomes a purple haze.//
worthless ways, circle certain days, while others search in vain.//
try'n to find the perfect page that's not merked and played.//
work to get'ch'er way then become a mental slave.//
anguish goes away pain surpasses and rations of rational thought start to surge again.//
you emerge the same, plain, white, and sane.//
same fight might ignite so show disgression before you laid.//

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