if i don't know what to do with my life.
then I can never find a boo, nor wife.
but I drown it with this brew that's on ice
sometimes it turns to ash when i grab a light.
She is my sanity my peace of mind
But with every ill-move I make I lose a piece of my,
Soul, My blood is warm, sometimes the heart feels so cold,
But I am just a man hoping for the privilege of dying old
and praying that when I die…I am not alone...
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