We were too high to get the regular **** going. I had papers and everything but none of us were coordinated enough to make it happen. The other kids that came by (there were more before Toast) brought some homemade metal pipe thing and whatever that was kept us way more mellow. I think you guys just don't understand. S'not like every bum is some PTSD trippin' loon out to get you. There's a love there for anyone if you look for it.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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