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They ask me what's the point to reminisce?

Remember smokin', rolling coke inside a dirty spliff

Belief in hopeful now my mind is just a whole abyss

A hole in head I saw the body by a garbage can

Mom hold my hand now my body feel detached from it

Used to think of being rich, dreaming at the thought of shit

Three meals a day and a bank account with zeros in it

I read Marx and gained some understanding

I know my trauma came from childhood

I was different but I never could

They could've helped me but they never would

I helped myself with the wrong shit, I never should