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I'm the slob at your corner
begging for your change.
You're smart enough not to
make it grow out of the range
...It's out of the range and it grows...
They're killing the smoke that i provoke
with their bare hands.
I don't recall of what I spoke,
just what for stands.
But I don't speak about what I've done
not anymore...I'm proud!
My thirst grows till water dries
no more...Out loud!
Every fire burns to smoke...
...I rub my hands together.
Nevermind my stupid jokes.
Can't breath this shyt forever.
It's not about my stupid jokes...
...children of a dying age.
Smoke is what one provokes
smiling, dying in one's cage.
Every line ends in rhyme.
Less is more, love is blind.
Throw it out and keep it in.
Have to have poison skin.
I don't know why...
P.S. The dirty worded lines were cut. Maybe you'll listen to this one on the radio someday.
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