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Sick and Pills
I really don’t know what to say, but I want to write something anyway.
No different than any other days. These thoughts never go away!
They’re like a river of crazy thoughts flowing through my brain.
Overloaded with emotions, I think I am going insane.
Pop vicodin and xanax, to get rid of my pain. My mind frame,
Is now on a sicker element. My flows so elegant.
A dime piece, just like Taylor Swift.
I got her a pearl necklace as a christmas gift.
Where did that come from? Out of left field? My flows never yield,
To breach any topic and person. They’re cursed in,
My mind. I write these rhymes,
Off the top of my dome, Chilling at home.
With a bong. You wanna call this a rap or a number one hit song?
Like I give a fuck or really care.
I’m not looking for a concert with kids there. A fake millionaire.
I just want to get by life without being bothered for what I do.
Motherfucker, worry about yourself. I’m not you.
