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Date Posted: 14:59:43 06/21/01 Thu
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>My dome aches, waiting on rings while my phone waits...
>for job openings to stop me from polishin the chrome
>plate...
>to put food on my home plate, i'm starving, and it's
>so late...
>feel like i have NO fate, punching these walls til
>bones break...
>expectations are left hollow, as souls remain
>shallow...
>reality's as hard to swallow, as double barrels...
>word to Joe, Jay and Darryl, fuck exposin' me to
>uselessness...
>i do this with a heavy heart and heavy hands...
>in this rap shit every man sounds like every band...
>that i see, wanna put the poison in the IV...
>run up in the projects yellin, "bitches, try me!"...
>and die free, instead livin' fucked up to your views...
>that are more tired than 50 year old hookin whore
>shoes...
>watch more news than i care to relate to the public...
>who'd rather drink with me than weigh in on the
>subject...
>so fuck it, let's chase the mind, with a case of
>whine,
>smoke squares, and make our lives into a waste of
>time...
>fuck gettin what you want settle on what you can get...
>beat ya dog when your upset, grab ya girl by her
>neck...
>perpetuate the cycle, why bother livin better. givin
>head up?>..
>from crack sluts, what'?!, am i that nuts?...
>back up, i aint that blacked out, that i can't pass
>out....
>and forget about today until the landlord kicks my ass
>out...
>energy is wasted from defeatist attitudes, mixed with
>this bag of food ,
>for thought, what'ss new is not, what stands for all
>time,
>where ya at, aint exactly made for man of all kind...
>your point of view can be from shell toes or pointy
>shoes...
>smoke joints, drink brews, stay clean, to fiend or not
>fiend,
>not to dream, to lust, stay in the back, or bust...
>lack of trust, run head on in the street and smack the
>bus...
>half of us, point fingers at the other half, enough to
>make a brother laugh,
>some fuck around..
>while others just stroke their shaft...
>and hope to last, i can't catch it, cuz hope is fast...
>i already had it out with God and i broke his ass...
>so no divine intervening, no intertwined hidden
>meaning...
>hope the last shot goes through the dome and the mind
>hits the ceiling...
>what i'm feeling would have you reeling,
>if you ever caught the dealing,
>spittin at the sun while the earth;s surface is
>peeling...
>
>bleh
>
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>peace
>ren
>IllaM
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