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desparate jawamba
- okay let me kick off this story with a brief introduction
- the dudes name was chicomahn born into nothing
- raised by the people who took their time teaching that,
- some things are fine
- which is something thats always gonna be in the back of his mind
- fast forward to a time when he was alone,
- lost his family then his home, hes starting to look stressed now
- bunch of bitties just pulled their titties out
- couldnt stop staring at the fine mamas trying to molest he
- rubbing their butts on his dick and he dont feel nothing
- trying to give a little they dropped floor
- and begged to be his slave
- he didnt know why this shit was flying his way
- so, before it went any further tried to unplug the fans
- and with the rip chord clenched in his hand
- he took his final stand, he, he raised his hand
- look down and saw what he was doin
- so ashamed of the shit he realized that he was doin
- loved husband and father of three
- now a homie cruzin the streets, lookin for the floozies to be
- cause if there aint money anymore he will go back to the days of before
- when he worked for a living practiced religion teaching his kids
- about how to behave cause if they didnt they would end up in a cage
- now he running from what he refers to nothing just
- a drop of water in his glass he calls life
- started with drinking ice tea ended with snortin coke and
- chuggin codine thats what he thought life used to mean
- but now his glass is half full left the world feeling like a fool
- he was the kid who fell asleep in class
- woke up face covered in drool teacher yelling this aint your home
- this is school!
- yeah well its really boring and besides i will forget what you say
- in four days
- the place you dreaded as a kid had to wake up every mornin
- when really you just wanted to be snoring
- mom would wake him up with a cold glass of water to his face
- tell him he gonna be late for school he would hide under the covers
- trying to forget that he had a mother
- and now he struggling to remember the person
- that brought hi into this world and how she tried
- to guide him in the right direction
- but he thought he didnt need any lessons
- stressing from the meth he always feels the danger
- tries to cover his fear with anger walks around like a gang banger
- but he know he dont want to hang the this crew of rude dudes
- but its that or get shot for trying to leave the thing thats making him
- bleed
- yet the splinter is too deep cant even get it with a pair
- of tweezas, hes turned into an unrecognizable speices
- worried what people will think of him if he tries to leave
- and now his mom is seeing his face on tv
- the news is saying hes runnin from the po lice
- a hundred and sixty miles an hour thoughts powered by
- white powder
- just as he thought the skies were clearing he seen a vision
- it ended with a minor collision shook em bit
- but then hit the ground runnin quick
- got cornered then tried to take a stand
- and he didnt realize that he was just a man
- dropped to his knees chest ableed
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