The encyclopedia of Indian Reservations.
It's your dad speaking.
Turn that shitbox off because secret suckers got pulled into a family matter.
Pop bottles, not shots.
Medication track athletes foot, charging fifty bucks a bag of soot, the chest blest with continous treatment, defeatist behavior makes sure coppers stay bent, I used to buy nangs instead of paying rent.
New Jack City with a ginger recipe, no tears of angels to clean up the shit we see.
We go back and forth with no choice but to destroy all that you know, because soon enough you go. To a happy place or a cadet in space we all go somewhere.
I'm going home.
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