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Drunk...somewhere....sometime by Bez

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bez:
Thoughts spinnin, feel sickly, but workin with what God give me,
Pushin through insanity as this cell continues to entrap me,
Takin in for bein disorderly, 4 hours left thinkin,
Turned 18 for the worst this year, now I ain't winnin,
Last year I didn't do much, quite quiet, never hung about,
Now I'm fightin with every motherfucker tryin to knock em out,
Whats happenin to me, this ain't the bez I once knew,
Stayin off college, gettin arrested, fightin, son this just ain't you,
I gettin older for the worser, turnin into a fool slowly,
You ma homie, narrr I'm swingin at your face cos you just a person that knows me,
Thats what I've become like, a recycled youth hopefully not beyond fixin,
Once a kid with the world in his palm now just another one of the devils victims,
See as I take a sip of this bottle, it pains me to swollow,
Cos I don't wanna wake up in a cell again tommorrow,
Bangin headache, stomach turnin, still ain't learnin,
All ma money I'm earnin I'm blowin on liqor and not carin,
I'm a joke beyond discrace, wish God would turn me back a year or two,
Zap me back to the kid that I liked, you know who,
The kid who would do his college work, would stay in and enjoy life sober,
You gotta lend me a hand through this struggle before this struggle is over,
I'm askin somebody for help, or maybe its ma drunken thoughts,
I put the bottle to ma mouth so I guess its just the bullets I bought!
DAM!

 

Bramsterdam (see ya):
pretty good bezzy boy.

da_notorious_mack:
shit im, goin 2 gewt drunk rite now so ya know i felt this...

KVB:
Nice keystyle.

Kill:
nice piece

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