Chip off the old block
i talk shit
like he does
i smoke j’s
like him
the only coat
i own is carhartt
i yell
just like he does
i drink 12 beers
to go to sleep
when I drink
i get mad
then happy
then mad again
damn i really am my
father’s son
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I love the staccato flow of this piece, and the depths within & between the lines.