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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Losin Hope
[time] => 2003-01-02 12:00:00
[hometext] => * I wrote this after I saw Eminem's movie 8 Mile. He inspired me lol. Mick said I had to take out the swear words, but if u want the uncut version give me your e-mail address and I will send it your way! This is a rap by the way! Hope you like! *
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My friends are losin hope
At the sand they start to grope I'm findin it harder to cope Its like p*ssin up a rope Chorus: Up my nose I'm tryin to wheeze Some parmesan cheese I'm holdin up a stick of dynamite I just have to light it and I'll never have to be contrite The police are tryin to take me down, But I live in the ghetto and its hard to shoot a clown I'm puking into the sink Eye swollen shut in a forever wink I'm suffocated by these sheets Why in the hardest game are their no cheats? I hate being the poster boy for pain My strength is beginning to wane, and I'm slowly goin insane No words are comin to my head I'm watching my heart break on my bed I'm tryin to commit a suicide/homicide Because so many times I shoulda' died, But peace to me has been denied I'm sittin under my house, tryin to hide I'm sittin here listening to these rhythmic beats My butt is wearin a hole in these cheap seats My eyes are boring a hole in the wall Just hopin they could break my endless fall I'm amazed at how far I fell Why I'm still alive is an even harder question to dispell Why you look at me like I'm an albino? When you ARE a wino Its hard to live when your always on my case I just wanna punch you in your ugly face Spray you with a can of mace And strangle myself with a metre of lace You've distorted every option I have I look like I've been dropped in a bucket of carbo-salve I'm lookin sick like dogs with rabies And your wearin you cheap Dutch clogs and holdin babies You laugh at me, but I think I've done my duty I'll never get you that you'll see, but you are a cutie I'm sick of you prissy, stuck-up preps Always actin like peace reps *Look its about ta end* They've gotten sick of me, their gonna hang me I see your smiling faces, but you don't have the key To get to me, that you'll see I always come back to haunt the powers that be [comments] => 7 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 34 [informant] => bobotheclown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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