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-Truth hurts
Fuck that verse
I wrote it first
I Thought it first
And I got this thirst
For everything that shine
I call this brand new shit all mine
I need that peace of mind
Cuz This life is not so kind
When were so obsessed with time
everyone has those days
others just catch no plays
We all got moves to make
And bills to pay
Pay it in the cash
Pay it with the stash
Pay it with ya life
Playing with a knife
So delicate
Thats irrelavent.
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So delicate.
Thats irrelavent
Besides you.
Keeping
it in tune.
I gotta slow down.
stop coming around.
Getting too close.
But I love her the most
Yeah but I love her....
...How can I even say that anymore?...
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I have a problem.
With Liability.
Reliablity
Way Too much Ls-d
My brains fried
my friends died.
And I lied.
With my Cheap rhymes.
No Felony crimes...
But
the truth still hurt
Enemies still lurk
Im still in this dirt
Were all lost in this dark
But im stuck in your heart.
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Fuck all that shit
Fuck that other bitch
Left me in a mental ditch
Now everytime I flinch
I know no more anger
But this isnt slander
Yeah its Just the truth
how I tie my noose.
Why I cant snooze
Now I cant move
And I dont wanna eat
Her writing makes me weak
Yeah My words are fast asleep
I tried to retreat
Told her get away please.
Here try all these.
But fuck that feat,
And fuck this beat.
And fuck that verse
I wrote it first
So I have everyright.
To discriminate.
And to fucking hate
Myself...
But I love this thirst.
Even if its a curse
im still confused
Cuz im still used
To writing about feelings i felt
Not being better than everyone else.
But I guess thats not the audience
Try to forget lawlessness...
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I hear my own voice everyday...
"Get out" it say
Get out before its too late
You know you gotta escape...
You dont know what Its like
to leave ya brother
Without a light
Alone in the trenches
Without a reason to fight
While the rain just drenches...
Down on you.
Mocking you.
About when they stopped coming thru
About when ya life got all blue...
What the fuck is the meaning?
And damn why isThis is demeaning.
Im just stuck sitting, dreaming...
Its not like y'all care how I feel
Yeah to me its really unreal
Its only about
How much stuff I create
And how many dollars I make.
How many lives ya niggas take.
And how many time ya shooters late
Fuck y'all got me really fucked up for all this I wouldnt sign up.
Fuck it.
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YOU ARE READING
letters assembled.
RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
