Can't Fix Gold

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The very script is red,
"Fix Your Head"
Everyone b' tellin' me
"Go pay rent"

Ya can't pay with money when you are plain dead!

I can't be me,
When I be reading these lines,
Every word making my mind go blind!

Coated with polish,
Blood,
And gold,

Everything makes me wanna puke,
The very look is enough to make green,
Then I wonder,
What the Hell..


A/N: sorry for the late update
Date done:
January 19th, 11:39am [est] 2021.

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