Reminiscin on the good days we was so close
Now I really hate to say it but I loved you the most
Now you like a distant cousin someone I don't know
Now you not considered fam nothing more than a hoe
We use to chill and watch sports everyday of the week
Now it's me against the world so I'm fighting to breathe
Yes indeed a good father figure something I need
My heart's colder then the weather so I'm incomplete
Shit use to be good but since then shit's changed
I ain't feeling like myself so I'mn feeling estranged
I always ponder bout you leaving so my nigga what's the reason
Our eyes fucking steaming so my nigga what's the reason
I would let you hang cuz in court that's called treason
But I wanna fuck you up while you still breathing
Real niggaz fix the problem nigga ain't no leaving
I hope your bitch ass ain't breathing
This rap shit I need it, It's kind of relieving better believe it
You being there I'll believe it when I see Jesus
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Rap Paradox
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