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Ongoing, First published Jun 09, 2016
Hours pass days last the nights of bits and pain and Ack of banks and dank bud When not smoke I board the bus of boredom and knocking on door asking for some kryptonite So I can smoke it away on the edge of bays for hard days whenever pain paint on my pants and shoes and draws and born to brawl for bros and the door way to heaven opens  for me but there's no heaven I'm going to hell and bells ringing in my ears and my ears pierced though the door to haven can wait and I'm biting my lips and not I pimp to worry about and no doubt I got in I in a couple of fight and bites me up and trips me up for days and nights fights go on around the halls and dirt road and Just plan road my car got towed away to the bay's of dumb
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