who knows what's what and what's not
2026-03-07
it turns out i’m not good at speaking
just saying shit soul spit
i’m great at acting
god put me out to perform and hey
i cut no slack
except i’m a slacker
pants dragging the dirt on the road with me wherever i go
i’m a dragger
drag the truth, never confront it
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