Tingkat dinner with 6 scoops of rice,
All that food should suffice,
Lying on the floor with 3 blind mice.
The ceiling with a scar looks at me,
Saying, "Chocolate, Chips or Ben & Jerry?"
My mouth open but does not speak,
Inhaling oxygen like a lifeless freak.
I think of life, as life should be,
But won't betting turn me into a tree?
T.I. - 24
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