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we'll start in the middle,
fucked up in college,
took money out my parents wallets,
left them with empty promise.
drinking and partying,
bullshitting, acting a fool.
i replaced books for beer and second-guessed through school.
they all said i was intelligent,
in fact,
that was irrelevant,
because the passion was never there,
so it happened,
i flunked out for the hell of it.
got home,
it was the same ol' shit ..
.. community college or the workforce,
the devil's pulpit.
fail school just to go back?
never that ..
went through some dead-end jobs, intact,
until neglect came calling back.
i could attribute depression and make excuses,
for my lack of passion,
never that,
i stood by my hopes and dreams,
and left them when nothing happened.
but i was young, full of neglect,
that's when the drugs took effect,
strung out,
missing job oppourtunities,
cuz,
this new passion had consumed me.
this seems like scenes from movies,
but it's my lifes history,
act two,
i met my "soulmate",
who knew,
she'd be a bitch to me.
but i've said enough with her,
you've read my perils and misfortunes,
moving along ..
just me and my son,
the money? yeah, she takes a portion.
but it's just dead presidents,
and yet i remain jobless,
draining what i worked so hard for,
bills devour the promise.
things are starting to look up though,
i rekindled a new flame,
another girl,
who someday, could share my last name.
and i start a new job soon,
everything bleek is clearing out.
the days are looking brighter,
doing well,
without a doubt.
but once in a while,
i think back on my main trouble,
they start to bubble,
but dissolve,
within the everyday struggle.
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whyfebeater #1.
Last edited by TRAP.; 10-21-2004 at 06:22 PM.
Reason: i spelled "struggle" wrong.
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