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life

I think on a full tank
drink high octane
spit lit gasoline
cast lots and shoot dice
with only one chance
to hit it twice
rolled the dye
landed on a second try
to beat the odds
stacked against me
like walls closing in
all around me
I beat my fist against
tender like ground meat
the reason I don't beef
it's too many fools
packing heat
I'm laid back 
in the cut, like
the elite
cool, calm and elected
if you're worth my time
I might give you a tweet
a servant at heart
but, not into feet
you wash yours 
and I'll wash mines
maybe we can play
footsies sometimes
to those I may offend
my apologies...Jeez
I'm a different, typology
born a pup
pops was a dog
and he, was dirty
moms was 17
he was damnly 30
I breached
one foot after another
coz, that's how bad
I wanted out of my mother
unlike my stillborn brother
I had to live
why? Idk
only God knows
why I'm still, born