Chapter 9

Pockets on hali_(tô);sis, yeah I roast, Facebook antics in the modern twenties I guess I got the poke.

Stinky green stingy green, set the scene yeah dreams; we mean.

High beams twenty/twenty I got the smoke

They said I’m a joke now we trading shots blow for blow sheesh its cold

Who told, story for them equals history

Sincerely, the last man who spoke.

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