Aging Prognose of a… of Someone

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Le‘me tell you somethin‘
While I’m listenin‘ to blues’n rock
It’s been a long time
Since me last breath y’know
When things were green or so
N’sun was not to punish me
Le’me tell you hoe
These days they always go
Look a’me right now
My skin hangs from my hand
Like too big laether gloves
God bless I ain’t got boobs
They’d hang to the south pole
An‘ ma voice’s become the burble of a dying
I’m too lazy for hair dyeing
Fuck y’all shit dammit you motherfuckers
The worst is the mornin‘
Y’know that’s when the day begins
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