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Up all night like I’m on the pipe
Had enough reading ready to right
As if I’m mad as hell and ready to fight
Don’t tell me to calm down
I’m alright
Adrenalin pumping
I won’t bite
This is how I write
On broken wings I take flight
Cast the die
You can ask me why
But don’t pry
Kicking around shotgun shells
What’s that smell?
Too many flies buzzin
Hot like King Nebuchadnezzar’s
Oven
Lack of love
Just pushing and shoving
Heat will rise and consume us all
Waiting for heaven to fall
In to hell
Why should I fear?
Shed a tear
When it’s hot as hell Down here
Holding hands with ghost
Like we're at a weenie roast
