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street life

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  • Sharp pains
  •  like blades
  • numb the nerves Even numbness hurts
  • Vigorously shaking hypothermia Shaking out my soul
  • Drilling deep..deeper the hole
  • No energy to strive
  • To be unfortunate is to survive
  • Nothing to eat..No desire to eat
  • Unable to stand..cant feel my feet
  • January blizzard just got real
  • Dreaming of jail best way is to steal
  • THIS WASN'T ME never have I stole
  • Crime is the only option to steal back my soul
  • Forget bed and breakfast in fancy hotels
  • My reality of luxury a night in the cells
  • I pray to God for my arrest
  • A night behind bars for this I'd be blessed
  • Or for he to take me if he can't break my curse
  • Who would morn me ? Who'd finance my Hurst?
  • Not a number nor am I a name..just like the rats
  • but I envy the rats..i envy their race
  • Thier fur there existance Oh to be a rat
  • blessed are the rats . Blessed are the criminals doing time
  • For they have food.. shelter Lord Grant me a crime


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