::: Death :::

No
Come on Death
I thought we had some agreement
some sort of policy like appeasement
why you gotta always com like cancer of the lung
always excited but never invited
see i hate you death
cuz i hate you
and i hate you
you make my blood boil
you make my mind into turmoil
imma just pray
pray till this death has gone away
pray until i got
crystal meth in my brains
crystal meth in my veins
crystal meth in these lanes
oop upp
blah bleh
ouch smack
oh crash
nothing left
you won again
Death

Written by: ~ Joanne Perez

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