Land of the Lost
addicted to a substance
And consequential actions
Full of hopeless ambitions
And you can add up all the factions
A quarter ounce of failure
Not a lick of hope
Could careless about the victims
As long as they have dope
They only have one worry
And really only have one care
Thats to be punctual during re-up
They'll pay whatever the fare
With sleep deprived hallucinations
The world has to be against them
Always peeking out of windows
Don't you wish to have some
They stay steadily smoking
And slowly witness their own lives being tossed
This is the life their living
Living in the land of the lost
About the Creator
Thomas F
I was shot in the face at point blank range with a double barrel 12 gage during an strong arm robbery that quickly turned into an Attempted Murder. Although I'm missing my right eye and a bullet in my brain. I AM STILL ME & I AM STILL HERE


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