Who Am I?
In This World I fear myself,
The Word I Hear sounds like Death!
Lost is the cost I have to pay to actually stay,
In this World so cold filled with disappointment,
Having to set this and that appointment to try and make it.
Lost is the cost!
Having been raised to respect honor and obey,
And its all in dismay, fake as real as a snake
The snake thats waiting to take over condemned to the ground
And look at what i found and it didnt make not one freakin sound
Lost was the look on my face!

To know the life you know is not really what u know
To know that every man has to reap what he shall sow
To seal this deal just remember real aint real no mo!!

But remember you not the boss until you have taken several


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