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i dont wanna write, but im gonna write..
and i dont wanna fight.. but im gonna, right?
ya damn skippy my plans quickly have changed simply
cause age hit me - as minimum wage shifted my brain gifted
sustained senseless..

these pot stains an resin marks, dreams i never start
i feel dead in the seams of where hell and heaven part -
do tell.. im to clever smart.. i know i better not -
ive fell for to many frames an met to little art -

im no side kick my shit i spit is more than unique...
they say "is my shit hard" im like "yeah, but sweet."
i bump my own songs in my lebaron.. cruisin.. they starin
im feelin smooth... its blarin.. everybodies yellin -

i jus wish everyone was gellin.. from soccer moms ta felons
from rebels ta rebellions even little tykes and hellions
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers..
i dont give a fuck...