Doubt
• Written by TimMammary
Without a Cent, Without a Friend,
Watering mouth for a House and Benz,
Doused in Sin without a Cleanse,
Plight Appends though I try Amend,
Sliding round the Bend,
My mouth might Offend,
The only thing that's right is my Pen,
But now it's like I'm outta Ink,
So I regress, drowning in a mouth of Gin,
Knock, knock - who's there - Doubt Again.
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TimMammary
Member since March 21 2015