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I can feel my composure slipping

Like a hand holding an ice cube

Waiting for life to be over, I'm aimin for about high noon

So ill Pound back a sip fuck it Ill chug the whole
bottle 

Treat my hand like a model, stroke it, while tokin an poundin
acanofull throttle

I'm awful nasty when I get off of sobriety

so Come get drunk and cry with me while screamin fuck society

Provoke a riot and see the fires finally outside of me

My shoulders to high to cry on so she better find some nylons
she

Can blow her nose with so grab those panty hose bitch 

I'm done with some hoe's shit, I say that knownin

That'll change when one starts showin compassion 

She sayin let's be everlastin come and see the love I'm
stashin

Mashin uglies is what we r meant to do 

Nobody fugly, society tells us who to screw

While screwin each other over, will I get lucky I'm no 4 leaf
clover

Just a weed trying to grow more till these tricks cut me
down, like they a ridin mower

Shit my composure is gone that ice cube has melted 

Self esteem pelted, to many drugs no need for help wit

This problem fuck it I say its more of a solution

I've stayed out of institutions, even with this bodily
pollution

Brain cell lootin , am i robbing my self of dreams, it ain't
fair

Actually I wonder is it possible to rob me of what was never
there

I don't care, home life ain't there, never has been 

Most days I spend thinkin, life's stinkin wish it never
happened

So I start rappin wishin I was still floatin in daddies
sack 

I'm the rose that got trapped, never pushed through the crack

My stem snapped wonderin how ill tape it up

Cool aide in my cup cionide ain't hard to hide gulp it
up 

Cause of the rough stuff, pursuit of love, is it impossible
to be humble

As I stumble I'm just a castle wall about to crumble

Just a dumb fool, in a pool of stool from these other mules

Ya I'm sayin were all jackasses givin each other shit like
they were jewels