Im ceaser you fucks

gscrytoo

tired of sinning,

n bein trapped in this city with my pad n my pen,

n I can hear the clock ticking,

as my happiness flickers,

got me buggin like sum chiggers,

for something to believe in,

something to keep me from tripping,

to help me beat my addictions,

keep me safe from these women,

help me find a friend,

cause nobody can love a broken man,

look at him he crying again,

ceaser a bitch.

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