Tired a bummin, like a cigarette. An aint signin shit specially no payroll check. No job bad background gotta rob no backdown. Hows the ground. Guess they thought less people got my bak now. This life be a circus an i be the clown. U think i gotta notha fifteen rounds. Sweatin goin pound fo pound. Not weight but instantly so they not wait. Getta say then holla at me. Frosty breathe frigid air throwin dollars ta sign me. Cant find me across the street in the tree. Walk the puppy and fell asleep. Luv yall cuz yall stay creeps. Closed eyes so we wont see. The damn lie even cummin wit fees. So broke no foodstamps. Ran cross borders leg cramps. Bandana damp where the free land. Wobbled shaky got up and still stand. Yall know where ta find me man. Amen

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