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with my left hand I write
carpal tunnel in my right
still can clutch a fist to fight
rather type, then bruise my knuckles
took the the belt and the buckle
tough skin, tight no ruffles
when the chips in the dip
there's a party on the rise
don't invite the neighbors
they may come to despise
a bunch of haters in disguise
that why, betrayal is always
a big surprise, I never leave
my post, so I won't get caught
off guard, wake up on the yard
with a handmade shiv in my body crying I want to live, somebody all because I threw a party and
told somebody who came uninvited
