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Yo...

i was just a kid
leaving alone with no job
there's no one to feed
im just waiting to be on top

Top with no money
they say its no hurry
and they thought it was funny
they just say without leaving me a penny

The bills
the bike 
they dont know how it feels
they thought life is just a kite

kite with no string
flying away freely
there is so much to think
carry myself with a whiskey

hey whiskey in my hand
lets get drunk
i thought you're my friend
but you're just a lousy punk

Talking bout punk
i feel you're a skunk
you choke your lung
dont you tink its a funk

Funk its what i think
thinking bout that 'ding'
Im tired of waiting
I would go sprinting

Sprinting till the end
i thought i got lots of fan
Writing down with no pen
Just type using my hand

Hand of sins
Making noise out of tins
I was  not to be ever since
Life like a fish without their fins

I need help
S.O.S
I end up being fuck in my ass

I gave up
I back out
You wanna win
Just fuck up...

Fuck your shit
Looking at you makes me spit
Showing up your ass
Dont know that its infest

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