Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Nothing wakes me up better
Than a fit of my own rage,
As I walk around the house
P!ssed off that the
Chips are down.
Meandering about,
Talking,
Being,
Existing,
Breathing with anger.
And expressing thought.
Having made it,
Maybe or no.
Living my pertinence,
With one foot in the door,
The other in my mouth.
September 23, 2005
Suge
Than a fit of my own rage,
As I walk around the house
P!ssed off that the
Chips are down.
Meandering about,
Talking,
Being,
Existing,
Breathing with anger.
And expressing thought.
Having made it,
Maybe or no.
Living my pertinence,
With one foot in the door,
The other in my mouth.
September 23, 2005
Suge
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