I got a mad mans kind a frustration, just another product of the anger in the nation.
Listen I'm confessing, every day I learn a lesson, but I'm still breathing, God that's my blessing. So one for the trouble, never losing kind [...].
Ain't it strange how things change, when they take you from the ground and put you in the fast lane? But I never knew a shiny happy home, so I be just fine going to my terrordome.
Dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls.
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