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ma thoughts are weaponry, haters venom tastes lemony

there's talk of juicy therapist, losing his identity

exorcists exercise in houses n Budapest

am looking for the treasure chest

but am in fucking Bucharest

lost some ambition, drunk for success

wishing for woman who's lonesome

to never need a loan sum to support her son

like when suicide stuck into ma conscience

n wrong options had consequences of zero tolerance

ma dad was ma hero but a changed ma concept

a created a conflict ma teenager life was stole by a convict

am sorry but lets change the topic