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Life Through My Eyes

Life through my bloodshot eyes would scare a square to death

Poverty, murder, violence and never a moment to rest

Fun and games are few but treasured like gold to me

Cuz I realize that I must return to my spot in poverty

But mock my words when I say my heart will not exist

Unless my destiny comes through and puts an end to all of this

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