The Life of Chuck Taylor


gotta take your medicine grow up big and strong.
depending on the pill, it couldn't be more wrong
gotta feel the pain
blood that's charging through my vein
want to scream and kick,
every time I feel that prick
is there really much to gain?
trying to stay sane
I get one thought at a time now
how am I supposed to rhyme now?
makes it hard to write
when the meds turn out the lights

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