suspended dependent
on wings and strings that feind for needs. . . color correction conflicted wars burst like grenades on streets where we both sold dro. . . i cant believe i took your life jus to cook dope. . . sold my soul to white gold. . . i miss the man that made me broke. mirror maids make fields of dreams into meth and pennies. . . a quarter paper a day keeps the demons away. but her voice still is piano keys for what i pay. 
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