in battle lines, in cocaine lines, we find our way to death in union lines, and power lines, we struggle for each breath we scrawl across the pages of the lives we do not choose and only gain advantage when we know there's naught to lose
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in battle lines, in cocaine lines, we find our way to death in union lines, and power lines, we struggle for each breath we scrawl across the pages of the lives we do not choose and only gain advantage when we know there's naught to lose
You’re on a roll today, I say
How do you keep momentum?
You wrote ten poems in a day
Just typed them out and sent ‘em!