Conscience Becomes Nonsense
Life goes around like a tetherball, theirs always a string attached, life is going fast so just last. Pull your self together you'll always have a second chance.
You lose some, you win some, but when you win, you keep serving, and observing what you'll learning, you'll feel like a "G", but your life is still not on fleek. Life is gravy, especially with this young lady. Life can never defeat me, if so we will start it over with two souls. Were lucky like a 4 leaf clover. No more of me being a stoner, with this marijuana odor, it's hard being sober in life, so live with hope before you die. I need to manage my tolerance, ghetto rigging my life, I'm just trying to survive. I've painted a different picture of life mother couldn't put it in a frame my life is just insane.
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