letters assembled.

"GONE."

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He's talking situations.
Blood, body impersonations
Tears, cuts, dead aspirations.
Bullets, tracks, and speculation
Fake mufuckas full of intimidation.
fucked up concrete, all up in the street...
He knows his dead homie only needed one feat...

Shot up across the street now.
Wasnt in it but he heard the shot *blawh*
This life got him asking... How?
All these questions to be asked
Too many doubts to be had.
He still saying he ain't need a dad.
He only talk about the shit
That bothers him daily
The shit he feels like not everyone can see.

Shit that keeps him up.
Shit that keeps him from.
Holding her hand through this.
He wishes he could call her his.

He knows this isnt easy
Just ask the people on the TV.
Just ask his ex girls
they'll tell you just what you already know
But He didn't hate them
Yeah he just felt fucking betrayed by them.

Hes sorry...
For the way he acted.
The way he just couldn't stand it.
But The way that they banded.
Together as one.
With her as the sheild,
And him as the gun.
That shit was beautiful
Together they refused to run
But they ran that shit anyway
Everyday. Eitherway, catching that fucking play.

But you know that things are different now
Yeah and shes all distant. how?
But whatever right?
That ended years ago, that fight.

Friends didnt treat him so well
Besides the few that also came from hell
Those ones understood.
But that didnt mean they would
Stay by his side
most em of lied
most left after just a few years
He done shed way too many tears
Over that bullshit
And the way they would ditch.
The way that it felt with that other bitch.

He knows things arent the way they were before
Yeah he knows you couldnt even fucking recognize him anymore
He knows its better to shut the door
To just say no to everywhore
Cuz whats the point if he cant have her?
Hes tired of being done wrong
Yeah and being led on
And he knows that you just tryna get high.
Tho He tries to remind
that it just might not be safe my guy.
Yeah cuz fucked up shit can happen off the L
Talk to his two other boys hes sure they'll tell.
But its the risk he take
To get some much needed escape.
To get away from his fate.
Hes really convinced that he needs a fucking break.

....

How much more can he take?
Before he fucking breaks?
The music died down
His family all can see his frown
He lost the damn crown
That he never even had
That shit got stolen with his college fund
by his dad.
Yeah for everything the plug had
I guess thats the bad.
Thats why he thought about Buying a gun.
And now considers himself a bad son.
says fuck that rep
Yeah and Fuck your set,

The world slows down
Everyone surround
Remembering a lost town.
And the day it ended.
When him and his people just couldnt defend it.
And the feeling that offended
But thats just what being in it means to him
Thats why its alright when the light does start to dim.
Because honestly, he prepared years beforehand
For the worlds ending demand.
Its alright to not feel like a man.
Because you know
we just cant all be good guys.
Yeah and you know
we just cant all be fireflies...
But eitherway,
Keep it iconic
Even tho im being straight Ironic
Cuz you know that air you breath is toxic
And the way its going now We might have to hotboxit
Dont think I aint lost it
when they all turned on me
I became
Someone
Who is
real Insane.
I hope it was a normal reaction
But im starting to think my life is just all about distraction
And the constant lust after relaxation.
And the hate for the newest test or tribulation.
Tell me just how far
Man I aint even set this bar,
They set that shit for us
And you dont even know who the fuck they are
The shit, the dream he say fuck a star
Cuz thats how it all effects him
All he wanted to do was keep his
Chin-
held high
But now hes feeling like hes gonna die
And now the music stops, slows down and he says
'fin' before they get the chance to spit another lie
Yeah fuck all of this my guy.
Then he walks away
Thinking damn I hope tommorow is my day.
And even if it isnt whatever okay.