logic lost

long time since i talked to god

hope he remembers

so many questions

never an answer

give me my cigarette

smoking my cancer

the only ones not at war

are in pampers

all these rappers

claim to be gangster

tell if i stay lost

would will really matter

wondered the world

im not traveler

i tip toe on hells boundaries

call me a gambler

i talk in tongues

they say im a rambler

all i hear is whispers

i hear them chatter

everything is moving faster

im living in a rush

dont know who i can trust

survival is must

im lost in this world

my is starting to twirl

im about to the floor

somebody save me

my conscious is on war

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