he was acting like he was for the streets,
instagram needed to know he was the goat and that man
he felt like he needed to prove to the world that he was him,
when to me,
i saw right through him
he has a heart of gold,
he pulls fronts because he gotta keep up with his reputation that he created
he isn't being himself,
i know he's getting tired of it
the streets aren't for you,
our hearts would collide if you would give me a chance
don't bottle it up
ain't nobody has to understand you,
understand us
the streets isn't for you,
my heart is
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jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?
