so wait
my mate
might never come
and I might never
walk or run
oh what fun
none
yeah man,
life can be such a convict
which makes me sick
and wanna quit
some times
but then my rhymes
make me wanna climb
out the pit
that I sit-in
yeah, writing is...
my closest friend
in the dark
yeah whenever I share my heart
I crave to start
over
like a four-leaf-clover
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