Got the back of the fridge throwing my image back at me every time I check to see if food is in there. Again the mug is clean as this white background I'm tapping these words across the platform. No matter how much I tap this won't get worn like the lining in my belly from these hunger pains.
No use blaming no one else because it don't help when I'm the son of gun sitting here with these messed up situations about to pull me under. A bro could have learned how to play the game like them who ride high when all the rest are stuck in the dirt at the ocean's bottom.
I ain't rich! I sure won't be entrapped by the snares of excuses.
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