Stuck in this prison
Tunnelin vision
Never stumble, stomach rumbles, and stomachin tension
Drama comes I’m unencumbered
No comforters, no comfortable livin
Survived disgruntled mumbles of Russell
His struggles and troubles consistent
The sun doesn’t visit
My sons don’t visit
No one comes to visit
Came undone for a minute
But I’ll be done in a minute, I’ll be done in a minute..
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