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Diced Pineapples, yeah my baby such a mess. When I ask what's wrong, she tells me that
she just stressed. But never what about, like I ain't supposed to hear it. Yet everytime
I see her, man it's like I ***' feel it. Everyday I pray that I can take the pain and
rage. Bundle that *** up, and then I'll lock it in a cage. (but) When it seems I'm
closer, it seems I'm gettin' farther. Still I stand back up, but it's feelin' ten times
harder. I wish that you could see, all the tears I've ***' wept. All the days I didn't
eat, and all the night I haven't slept.