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Reality Is Wrong. Dreams Are For Real.

Give Me A Paper And Pen, So I Can Write About My Life Of Sin. A Couple Of Bottles Of Gin, In Case I Don't Get In.

I Feel Like Black Jesus Got His Hands On Me And Guides Me Through Life To Put Me Where I'm Supposed To Be.

Why Am I Dying To Live If I'm Just Living To Die.

I Feel Like Our Future Is Our Confidence And Self-esteem.