I dont blame you for being lame.
But, i blame you for switching lanes.
How could you play your games.
When i thought i had no pain to gain.
Now you bringing shame.
Addicted to sniff'n MARYJANE.
How could you not stand the pain.
When its blood shot up to your veins.
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