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ok sorry ... the dreamcast distracted me ... here's my shit .... not the best but hell ... it's dreamcast
This position got me wishing another exit besides submission
I got so much life to live, but these red necks believing different
No evidence, no witness, just a scribble upon a leaflet
“Life aint been so good, so sorry I gots to end it”
That’s not even my writing, this whole scenario is fiction
I’m from Ohio, obviously this is written in hillbilly diction
The news will probably mention the previous drug addiction
Previously popping pain pills without any sign of prescription
Nearly forgot my children many years they spent neglected
In the worst way they were affected, looking back now I regret it
Accepted my life for what it was, a ball of trouble and pain
Fought it again and again, but always stayed within the rain
The clouds gathered on my days, the fame became my curse
Put my hurt in each verse, and they put a tag on what it’s worth
Attempted to leave earth, chronically wasting my time
Thinking crime was the way out but instead opted to rhyme
That was before, the money the fame and the glory
Before I had completed my first disc I had told my life’s story
New adventures were sought after, a trip south will add a chapter
Maybe I’ll get notoriety if I decide to side with napster
Altanta is the new music mecca, on a midnight train to Georgia
Got out to take a walk, exploration while on a switch over
I hear ‘hey black bitch’ I’m bagged before I could even realize
‘hey grand wizard I got a potato sack with macy gray inside’
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The Olympics is nothing but a full political scene—everything in world athletics is. You tell a kid the Olympics is the highest form of athletics. That it's man against man, soul against soul. But when you get to the Games it's all different from what you've been told all your life. It's country against country, ideology against ideology. - john carlos
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