(by the way...i'm paranoid about people reading into this. i generally write this sort of sh*t from the point of view of someone else, either fictitious or loosely based)

i had to ask
and she said it wasn't nothing
who had sweetness,
whose was it to lose?
i lost a race
she didn't know to let me run
she didn't know it but he won.
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philanthopist killer
underground clown
it's a glass of water
for a man of renown
fearing the city
hating this town.
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too many ducks in a row
who to believe?
nursing two memories
she forgot to duck.
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by definition
we don't slave
we, the drones
sleep by the phones.
some have no plan,
some have thirty,
but whatever we have,
whatever we say,
whatever we want,
stays here.