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Light fading fast darking my present with my past racing to out run the case
standing atop my pile of broken dreams looking for hope that simply will not be.
18 years a slave to society to monetary propriety to lies to unheathy ties
You only write once to change the present from the future farther from your part
We are you we can win, i long for the day when we have won.
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Just a guy floating in a sea of inebriation where will I sail what will I be...come, if left alone with all that within this landscape of my mind chooses to roam. Creating Realites that's the tea F everybody that comes for Big Goat Named ME.
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