Out Here

 

Writing poems that sound like songs
I’ve been writing a lot of songs
Drinking until all my worries are gone
OJ and Vodka, make it strong
Request after request to the Most High
I’m tired of just barely getting by
I have feeling I won’t be old when I die
I have a feeling God won’t answer me if I ask why
Afraid of being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Cops eager to kill us, never mind going to jail
I swear this place is Hell

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