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my demons are thugs
a lot of goons
I think their on drugs
I'm in my room
listening to tunes
writing out my doom
feeling out of place
somewhere out in space
don't want to see nobodies
face at all, while I'm
slaying my foes
to see them fall on
my bedroom floor
roll 'em up in the rug
stand 'em up behind the door
I f I can speak secretly
there's a witch seeking me
just as impish as she can be
she don't know, I see through
beauty like leftovers in a Ziploc
no more shelf life, time has run out
had to pull the pun out
take the bun out
let the my locs fall
where they may
today I am safe inside my mane
