There is no time left
Come and be my guest
Try to understand my thoughts
Conflicted and stuck in knots
Smoke my mind whilst ideas clot
Water it down by adding some shots
Now go and connect the dots
See if you can follow my plot
‘Cause smoke, drink and bad ideas are all I’ve got
The darker you get, the crazier the debt
And yet, you see I have no form of regret
There is absolutely no time to forget
That I still haven’t finished my first cassette
You couldn’t possibly understand
What it’s like to have a losing hand
When every step I take, I get banned
Cash in hand, goodbye my contraband
My mind is stuck in a no man’s land
Where death is purpose and it’s all planned
I declare that you have no realization
Of the pain from breaking down your own foundation
Of being stuck deep in the stagnation
For now farewell,
It’s my final revelation
It’s time to say goodbye. Another Con and Itarow poem!
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