You love me when I slur my words and talk bad,uneducated,pants hanging off my ass,I never knew what was new really wasn’t, it was that ole plan to keep me stumped,time passes,passing blame on my own transgressions, what was living inside lies fearing freedom of expression or my lessons,feeling less then and scared give in the position we forced in,tables turn then most turn to religion,it’s your own situation so where’s my right to way either way in it ,choices lay two sides even, your bed conscious or otherwise you gotta lay in
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