Hell

It's time to make melodies

Negro, please


I'm a pawn to this liquor of infatuation it seems to be


To me


That life is a miraculous art


But every second is a moment that it picks apart


It reminds me that I ain't shit


It reminds me that I haven't found it


It reminds me that no matter what I do


I'll still be crying about shit that happened years ago 


Mixed in with what I got now... I'll drink that cocktail slow

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