Way back I used to call upon the Father often
I fought the devil last night and almost lost
Now I'm drinking bottled water... Flushing out the toxins
Vomiting and coughing feeling closer to the coffin
Than I ever had
Every morning that I arrive
Is a night that I survive
Just to be alive – sipping chai
And listening to my favorite DJ
Communicate the music, what my rhymes would say
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