I laugh
when I cry knowin' love is a lie
I pray to the sky hopin'
Brookie don't die
From the drugs and the hoes and
the crack in the floors
The tears and the flows and the
blood in the nose
In the land of the body blows
anything goes
If Brookie don't cry then Brookie
don't grow
Am I high? am I low? guess I
really don't know
So God will you please take me
out of this shit hole.
I hate this place! I hate it! I
hate it!
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