I have trained my heart
To not ache,
I lie to her, through my teeth,
There are worlds to be conquered,
Says my mouth-finger
Right after my third day-nap.
Oh the lies this one's told
The things it's done,
The mouth-finger,
Where's my goddamn award,
For this Gandhi
Of strangeness
And the experiments
With radical honesty,
Well..besides the painful lies.
Oh right.
No awards for Gandhi.
No awards for me.
Us mouth-finger bros.
Crushin' it with the ho's.
Better believe it.
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