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Drive off in a Pontiac
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November 2010 How much more pain must come, from me just being nice,
while liquid leaves my body, you hit my head to break the ice,
as I hit the ground, your hands starts swinging for my face,
I quickly block my face, just to get kicked in a different place,
for a second all was black, nothing could be seen,
you grab for my wallet, like a crackhead you're a fiend,
you may take my cash, yet refuse to take my busted phone,
I know I could easily take the first one, all alone,
but his companion had to hit my back, after that i was done,
can't lose my wallet, so towards you i began to run,
grabbed my wallet before you made it in the car,
you robbed a known man, possibly a dwarf star,
looked me in the face, a face i saw earlier that night,
could he have been following me, out of mind since he was out of sight,
I ran all the way home, stumbled up the stairs,
known girls reconnect, just for luck just t show me it cares,
take 12 bucks, I still made sure you took 3 hits,
next time won't be the same, you'll take hits til you shits,
take back my money, kick a goal right on your back,
won't stop until I see no movement, or i hear a crack,
so just run away with my 12 bucks and 3 hits, drive off in a pontiac.
