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Author: pax driver realizing people need to be selfish sometimes, because in the end your life is your own, and you'll have to face yourself before you die.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Poetry - Words: 516 - Published: 09-11-05 - id: 2005667
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i remember back when everyone was kissing asses
now their getting jacked in the back end
of my pad for nothing but a little bit of
old fashioned gay bashing
people taking gats and bats in black vans
seeing women beat for half a pack of smokes
that's a wack reason for getting her nose broke
12 smokes and maybe a cell phone
this hell's home and knows of no limits
blow floats the street, a few keys in 3 minutes
all the greed you can't breathe and not breathe it in
everybody's bleeding to see increased dividends
it numbs me to see the bleek world i know i'm living in
like taking chronic doses of emotion acetaminophen
nobody here is innocent
it's a bitch to get ahead and end up pushing back a friend
but this is it, i can only do what i can
i'm trying to be a better man instead i stand with them
how can i survive and be the hero all the time
where to draw the line and leave my people on the side
it's time i just decide and i've decided it's goodbye
good luck in every effort but don't ever ask for time
i'm going to get what's mine
start a family and rewind
my feet are firmly landing
i just need a sweetened candy
to help digest my life's stress, the nights of unrest
a nice carress, a wife that might like to fill a nice nest
teach my kids instead of giving gifts
raise them up to be the hero everyone expects
the cycle will spread long after i'm dead
again and again we're predestined to protect
we shoot for stars,
losing to the superstars
who are born with new shoes and suped cars
we come from the gutter
raised by just a single mother
born to earn your bread and butter
and give love until our love hurts
it's a gifted curse
to live it hurts
the double edged sword with a handle of burrs
but i can't take the stress
the weight of everybody's shit
the self inflicted pain and messes they get in
i can't support the wastedness
i can't afford to take a rest
so of course i can't afford to sit
and keep wasting my breath
i'm hating to live the way i live
the pain and weight i drag is sick
forget a couple dozen other's added on my list
fuck the destitute, i never messed with you
i'm just a kid at 20 who worked hard and bested you
i got nothing more to give and that's the truth
i've sort been a good friend but no more can i listen
just give in and slit your mother fucking wrists man
it's not my shit, don't even make it my business
i won't forgive it if you make living my decision
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