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Life can be such a double edged sword at times

It can be so beautiful and so divine

It can be so musical with flows and rimes

And at the same time drain you of all your pride

and leave you fu-fucked up in the head

And then the tracks can't even bitin
Apple slices lookin fast plan
To get you out of all the problems that are manifested
Damage every second of your innocence and adolescence
So now I look up at the sky and wonder
How the fuck did I end up in such a rubble
I'm just a drunk bum lookin for an easy way out
Lookin for a rainfall like a season of drought
Yo I know that nobody relates to what the fuck I'm sayin
I think I'm just killin time for my blood sprayin
I think I'm finally goin crazy for real
Just smiling to the point that I can't keep my thoughts sealed

All about me.   16 years old, juggalo/thuggalo (JUGGALO FOR LIFE), taken, down to earth, former pothead, good singer (but i dont do it often), hair is 21 inches and counting.  just chillin and havin as much fun as i can in a world that is becoming increasingly harder to deal with every day.

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"I dream of angels, but I live with demons."

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Two steps forward, one step back.

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Much clown love to all the Juggalos and 'lettes out there.

Life moving so quick I'm trying to catch up
But every time I jump and reach I'm getting set up
They tell me to forget it I can never let up
I'm twisted in my misery and struggle just to get up
I see these devils all around me trying to slow me down
Leave me for my mission but my mission's laying on the ground
Broken into little pieces and it's getting worse
So myself I follow my dreams if they don't get it first
Yo, this music shit is like a woman light inside my soul
And fills the hollowness inside my ribs and lets me take control
Of any situation whether visual or in my head
Roaming through the cemetery conversations with the dead
They tell me follow my heart and though it took a while
I think I finally found it in my chest in a burning smoking pile
Endless I collect them in my talk continue with my mission
Hope until the sunrise so I can see what I've been missin

mmfwcl, and keep it GANGSTAA