Counting to five
And wondering of life.
Tell me why to fight?
If,at the end,you'll feel died.
I go through shit,
This is what requires being the best.
Even if people find me reet,
Got no time to rest.
My life is always missed
By my honest soul.
It is unfairly filled
And given unfair role.
Time to get everything done,
Through shit I go.
I also wanna see the sun,
But places I live don't flow.
Reet
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