Rum and lottery everyday
and night if I'm paid.
Numb lips and face,
Mouth salivate.
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Rum And Lottery
Rum and lottery everyday
and night if I'm paid.
Numb lips and face,
Mouth salivate.
Charred lungs and chest pain.
Bruised, burnt and loose skin.
Dogs, mice and pitiful eyes been,
staring at me when I'm sleeping.
Two notes for dignity,
Sins to hold sanity.
Null the pain for me.
One million if the nine was a three.