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Just when i thought my life was done,
surprise i might soon have a son,
mature me realizes shit just got fun,
when immaturity is pushin me to run,

lifes a bitch then you die which is why i get stoned,
sittin in my room all alone,
i'm my own boss yet i won't throw myself a bone,
a closed sign proves i'm long gone,

without an estimated time to return,
since i won't be back until i finish with the burn,
everyone but me can say a future they will earn,
i'll probably end up as burnt ashes fillin up an urn,

at least i won't specify my guess at my age,
i'll save that for another day, for another page,
when i won't be able to smother all my rage,
leavin all my friends and family confused backstage.