First try
This is my first try..so I might be kinda too high..to b able to look you dead in the eye ...but I can sure talk a bunch of smack ..even if they won't look..I'll keep looking back...to the days before they were up my ass..before the fishbowl life and the house of glass..those were the days my mind could stretch out ...and bring anything to the table without effort or a doubt...now I've got an audience of panel judges..and I'm gonna hold on to my hate and my grudges...till one day you'll hear some one say ...what happened to that guy and they'll say I don't know he learned how to fly
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