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2 peers in two years inked on her cheek as two tears that run when the dates near, (but) she can barely taste the salt when she chase beer, she wear’s thorns around her heart cause it aches there
she takes care to shake stares w/ glares that weight bear a hate bends and breaks theirs
she dates snakes and apes that don’t dare discuss the viscous stuff the cuts bare
there there’s never made her feel better but something bout the razor helped her pull her self together
she was young but her soul was like leather cracked from the strain of pain like bad weather
dying from exposure without closure, black market medicine embalmed her composure
all she needed was skilled hands to hold her but she could only afford the cold shoulder

he worked nights, smoked lights, and rolled like, the ghost of city life in a dingy pair of old nikes
had lungs like stove pipes and spoke like, somebody switched his voice box w/ a broke mic
the smoke choked the life out of his wife who never lit a cigarette a day in her life
how could he let her intercept the pain and the strife, he tried to curse god for the blood on his knife
no dice the love from his kids turned ice, if looks could chill they’d have to thaw him out twice
his golden years turned green from the tears, a Marlboro man all alone with his peers
he tried to move but he couldn’t shift gears, parked next to guilt w/ a clutch made of fears
he’s still here and still hears the jeers, and still puts out his cigarettes in empty cans of beer

he had something to prove and nothing to lose, a buck 40 w/ a size 8 on his shoes
only thing he outgrew was the length of his fuse and his ego never healed quite right from the bruise
too cocky to not be stocky, more like the kid in home alone than rocky
everybody had their beef w/ broccoli, he had heart but his sleeves were sloppy
every look got took for a question he’d answer with a page from his book on aggression
just a victim of his own self-deception, lost in his complex of misperceptions
confounded thoughts got compounded till he found himself bound and surrounded
paranoid to let go and get grounded he crowned insecurity and built walls around it.

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from The Art of Struggle, released August 6, 2008

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