so I sell dope,
(...all that them hoppers can't smoke)
like a draft the underground smiles;
my name is my name, I guess
if it echoes
I want to be crisp w/
my frontier
sure, she's cute
but once I trip,
it's unbecoming
I'll stay sick with nudges, giddy on a chair like a hapless fool i am a man living in a dream who needs to breathe obvio...
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