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  • Wild with white eyes, when did his pupils leave?
    Why would I lie? This kid is not beautiful to me
    The smell of the dirt garden on his shirt
    Brown stains? Maybe what's part of the dessert

    Maybe what's part of the underwear
    Momma said pardon me if I swear
    Raven stop leaving cartons everywhere
    Toys and paper and boxes you rip and tear

    Obnoxious with despair, family's future black sheep
    Kid got his mother to lack sleep
    Teen years filled with beers out in the open
    Seen tears of momma's, upon seeing a pound of his potent

    Seen tears from girls with their hearts pounding and broken
    This is astounding to no one, just being honest
    When problems are showing, don't just flee from them
    All I got is this poem, to show you I see what you see of him
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