Growing up so fast, childhood obsolete.
Hitting Vegas streets putting miles on my feet.
Committing crimes, smoking weed.
Popping acid, snorting speed.
It’s all a blur, clouds and haze.
That’s how it was back in those days.
Not much has changed as I look around.
It’s the same old haze, just a different cloud.
Concrete walls, electric fence,
double pane windows, it makes no sense!
Insanity By Joshua Roberts

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