all alone in his closet of bones,,he stays at home tryin to compose a tone,,make a song,,take a break and bake a bong,,his hate is strong,,people makin fun,,takin guns and make em run,,usin force tha kids been abused of course,,a muse his source for pot,, he smokes alot,, he trys not to remember,, right around december in tha winter bitch is bitter,, dreams of hittin triple hitters,,not tha ball but tha cranium,,steadily stays stainin em,,mary jane is drainin him,,he stays maintainin son,,people still bullyin after high school,,if u gonna kill em u gotta use tha right tool,,hes gotta fight fool,,labled weird,, a fabled queer,, so he couldnt take it,, took tha vile to break it,,drank it now hes shakin,,fry his mind while bakin,,didnt know it was acid,,reality he cant grasp it..
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