to your flew
on who did that crap
over the cuckoo's nest
who knew the rest
would challange my manhood
my good and when i'm gotdamn ready
my steady hand
shaking uncontrollably
do i trust me?
CM me i'm all i got
as i plot to top my latest antics
in failure
mail it in
sit in this shit
marinate in sin
but damn that
lay prostrate
i'm still great
i just need to see it
and refocus the lens
im'a still win
i'm sick of we
it's now me
T-minus trust
thrust the rocket toward
the seemingly dream of me sky
live and let fly
try to catch if catch can
i'll be damned: i'm still a man
chay 2009
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