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here i sit 16 cigs and 40 grams rolled up in i dont know what its just me the same cat steppin on the same shit with the same spats i spit past tense so fast i travel back forwards in time the saliva lye for the people that easily hand out lies its all flies stuck on the windshield when i windshield wipe i aint written to my shadows in a while i aint written to my nonna in a while i keep telling myself that when i make it deep in green hills ill come out to offer them a piece of the pie easier said than done ill add im trying to save up to my very very last the same anyway i bring myself to match spark light off and blast to the unknown at last.