EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT
writing words across the mindsince I can't remember
but still every night
oh please alright oh night
serious deviant to the mind
gentle crossing for pee until
devil’s late day is today at will
free at last with broken neck
but still standing ill
eyes moving trading fast
climbing down one’s hill
writing books facing danger
killing time we’ll be fine
fuck your god it ain’t mine
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