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A Poem of Life in PTown

Cess Sesh

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This is something I made last year, just revived it form my notebook. It's about when I got out of DYC for 3 weeks, I decided to live it up with my closest friend C, his mom sold me some Vicodin and we bought an eighth to celebrate. We were decently stoned and decided to go do what I got arrested for originally, car hopping. NOTE

Behind bars again, this shit is getting so old,
Actin like a thug startin shit like i'm bold,
Got nothing to show for myself but pain, addiction, and strife,
Man what the fuck am i looking forward to in life,
But do i care? No I lift a spliff like a finga,
Let it rush through and im set like zinga,
Feelin like the man me and Corey out the door,
Aint feelin high enough so I gotta take more,
Pop,
Drop,
Slam another vic,
Thought I was ready but the drug was like 'syke!',
Next thing I know, we runnin from the fuzz,
They after me again man murderin my buzz,
Sober again, I start to look around,
Two squad cars Coreys nowhere to be found,
He bailed, failed, let me down again,
Not to be trusted now im kissing the cement,
I feel on my hands, cuffs attached,
I jus been arrested been body snatched,
Nothing new here, incarcerated,
Lookin at a month man i feel hated,
 
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