I Need To Change
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I was young, open with a passion for music.
I grinded day and night for what I had a passion for, pushing myself when I felt like I couldn't go no more.
If I would've just stayed so focused on my music, I wouldn't have got so fucked over in the end.
I wouldn't have felt so broken.
But no. My dumbass went and got mixed in with the industry. The rumors, fans, drama, love and these niggas.
I've been broken down before and I thought there was no way in hell I could be broken down like that again.
But I played myself. I allowed so many niggas come in and take advantage of me. Have a power over me and treat me like the scum on the bottom of their shoe.
I became so naive and dumb, allowing them to make a fool out of me. Allowing them to play me like a dumbass.
If I knew half of this shit would happen, I wouldn't have associated myself with certain people and I wouldn't have got hurt in the end.
I wouldn't be so broken in the end.
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