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                   Uncut dope                                2/21/02




Trilogies of pain,
much suffering and little gain

tired of weathering the severe reign,
typhoons in lagoons
my soul feels doomed
cause I shoot up brown balloons;

Now I'm in my zone...(ring, ring)
please someone answer the phone...
oh...
I forgot I'm home alone;

caught between dimensions
lingering throughout the atmosphere
people's thoughts I can hear

I'm growing old,
my body is infested with sores,
but
every friday I have to score
dope for my starving veins
what makes life so hard to maintain?

If only I could sustain
from injecting my blood flow
maybe the seeds I tried to plant would grow
if my sperm count wasn't 0 below;

tried heating pads on my scrotum
but when it comes to eggs
I just can't fertilize 'em;

so I guess fresh fruit is not in my spectrum
colors of the rainbow
all I vision is black and white
my lungs feel tight
blood rushing at 100mph
through my heart...

is it strong enough to handle the fix...
just my luck this dope is uncut!!!!

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