You
cant escape
Into ya funk
Keep a shotgun
In your
Trunk
Nor
eat it in
To spit it out
Chant and rant
And prance
About
Inside
of wisdom
Is said theres hope
where nothing heres
A f#kn way to
Cope
Now
nothing round
Means very much
Is a chosen break
Or chosen
Crutch
and wants to die
When it cant live and
Can only wish
'Something' would.
Give
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