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Before I start to stroke
Lay all my pills down my throat
I needed to relax
Take a walk
no more talk

Inside his head a learned man
what mistakes he has made

The Garbage man still comes
to rescue his thoughts
underneath the mess
where his business lay

Just another day
where ryme comes without reason
where life is only seen
through one that is holy

Just another day
around my way
brids sing outside my room
somtimes I try to quiet the boom
above my head, with pillows