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It's one because, it's just no fun,

to jump the gun, before you're done,

with what you wanted, when you thought that,

what you caught had, been the bomb, then,

all you fought had been for naught,

but you'd been taught that if you got phat,

life would shot put you to higher heights,

you'd take new flights, smile so bright,

in the spot light. Where you sat tight,

while the ground shook from what they'd took,

too bad to look, kill the dang crook

who had taken what you'd made then,

your heart breakin, bad mistake and,

just can't take it, eat your steak and

count to ten, then, one more again, and

watch the time bend, life just runs thin,

you can't breathe in, through this heathen

world we be in, all I'm seein's,

you and me and, look for me when,

you might be in, troubled times when,

can't make rhymes spin, now you're binded,

and so blinded, in your mind when,

sun's not shinin, baby's whinin,

nobody is feelin fine then.

    - Lo Ruhamah