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- Definitely I hustle blad, definitely I grind.
- Me, Myself, and I
- Anyone with drug problems, anyone who feels pressured to do drugs, or anyone who is unsure of what they're getting themselves into- Talk To Frank is a great place to get to know what's going on.
Well.. I reckon it was pretty good for a laugh.
(But no seriously, gives you prices and stuff - and tells you the likelyness that you'd die. Don't do Skag. It's too expensive.)
Anyways, I write purely for my own enjoyment. My work has gotten a bit cheerfull-er but with alot of effort, I will upload new stuff soon as I can, but the annoying thing is it will only let me upload like.. 25 things, so some 'things' will have like 2 or 3 poems in it. Yet I am contemplating removing the old stuff, and filling in with the new.
But hay we'll see how that goes..
Read. Enjoy. Review.
Love it or hate it; I'd still like to know. But don't swear your head off at me if you find something offensive, you came on my page, don't fucking blame me.
Keep it real, motherlickers.
Remember how we used to get stoned?
And every time you'd pass the bong.
We'd all be like, 'What are best mates for?'
But, are we even best mates anymore?
It was just fun, to smoke some weed.
But now it's pills that you really need.
And maybe coke, 8 lines to a night
And I bet you wonder,
'Will I die tonight?'
And why now, why not never?
You promised you'd be here forever.
But they're taking you away.
From me, from reality, every day.
I have to withstand your constant eyes.
And lack of sleep, this pill is your prize,
At the end of the day, 'cuz I know too,
Just how much these things mean to you.
They mean more to you, than years of love,
And care and support, the pushes and shoves.
Don't hide your face, or look at the floor,
'Cuz I know what you did the night before.
And I know it; you'll do it again and again,
I guess things will never be the same.
And I guess that we're not best mates anymore,
I just hope for what it's worth, that this is not who you are.
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But all the other boys have muscles
Why am I the only one
But the other boys have girlfriends
Why am I alone
But the other boys have cocks,
Way bigger than mine
And the other boys have bed times
But they're not at 9:00
They can do and go wherever
Why can't I be like them?
Why am I the different one?
I wanna be the same
I wanna quit this fuckin' life
It's all a fucking game
i wanna be the other boy
I wanna fit in nice
I wanna start myself again
I wanan break this ice.
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