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crazy shit in hear
I sit alone in the dark just me and the bong, fire it up like chich and chong, look out the window starin at the full moon, wonder and think how it could have should have would have been, Could have gone pro till the last fight, but that night I payed a price, before the fight Trouble came a callin, someone wanted me to take a fall, gun to my head, but fire in the heart, I fought back and almost got shot, Cops broke in as I got the gun 3 against one no more fun, 6 months in jail is the price I paid, no more boxxin, no carear, caged away what can I say, fates a Bitch no matter witch way, in the dark in solitude, I wonder how it would have been, all the cash all the fame sign the contract then get paid, Its all gone and been so long, Give me my Grass and my bong.
PEACE
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Troubled Toker
anger leads to stress stress leads to fattys and fattys lead to twinkies
Munch on
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