damn you all murkin this, closing these chapters. spoken disaster on the mic, kickin free's and blowin these rappers to like smithereens. i've openly tampered with life spitting these, cause when you don't believe half of the hype living seems hopeless and that isn't right...the joke is the sacrifice getting cream, hopin to stash it and try living dreams but its nowhere in actual site, literally, work over half of your life withering, till your old and you have to retire....physically poached and your massively tired, that's the rigmarole of a factory lifer.---Daughter and her wedding cake:---all the nickles you stowed are cashed in to buy her Prada on her special day... instantly broke and back in the fire...Haunted by your yesterday
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