
First, to confess: The abscence of success hurts, Holds me depressed, yes. I do posess an ability to progress And got less. My best not to regress I was thinking infinite with too few words to write-- Some accurate description to the meaning of life-- To waste time, doubt'n reasons for existence, To not wake up one morning havin' just missed it. I'm in my mind on this mountain I climb. I'm try'n to leave an equal sign, And seekin' to find eternal sunshine. So wrong, so tempting to walk on resenting This lonely livin', the love I've given. Death is imminent. On a mission, I'm hidden. One in a billion wishing well wishes. Well, which is a bitch if noone listens. But, this is my life in disturbance since. I recognized impermanence. Kinda why I burn this sense' I scrambled my mind--dextromethorphan hydrobromide When Highway 1's my home high to low-tide, To represent the psych ward And try to pry an empty box open. I cry inside like Bach and Chopin, classic. Southwest of Oakland's a itty bitty Russell City: Gotta wicked hustle without any pity. Testing time's patience as an occupation to solve equations And escape the complication. Question sanity through useless fantasies, Superstition, missin' prayers laced with profanity Where we exist in this longshot reality— Gorillas in the Mist. Got a pawn shop mentality. So, an OG showed me to grow trees To complete the clone seed Live to see me sow, reap. It's not Orange County, But more county orange With a no bail warrant That's out <b>...</b>
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