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I feel like dying

The best things in life

I think of the worst times

I think of the best rhymes

It's time to sacrifice

My lines like a pencil with an eraser

I'm fine with the pen and i got a notepad

I rhyme so bad I got the whole plant

I hold it in my hand and plant a seed

I'm smoking too much i can't stop smoking

I got too much time on my hands i am not joking

I am not stopping push me back i push back

stop by and see that i got a 5 sac dropped off by my dealer

my dealer dropped it off in my back pack i got a lot of that

crinack ready to attack that acrobat of a feeble young mind

i'm taking over my mind and manipulating my drive i'm right

fight back like a white track poetry right here i write that

wont be a murder scene tonight but i can murder somewhere

worse off i leave them dead and the light off when i park by the skatepark

my raps dark i see the cieling coming off for the record of dying off

i'm the lighting jet fire that created the wheel tire when i say back off

i get the jacket black leather timberland boots what i wear in the