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T his life i live gives me multiple test
with limited rest through reality checks
relieving my stress through cigarettes and sex
and unless my check is blessed
with an extra zero then my mirror
won’t be the only one l o o k i n g at me
N obody told her that love is blind
especially when love is hard to find
she felt like she was r u n n i n g
out of time
crying herself to sleep
to keep from losing her
mind still nobody told her that love is kind
W a l k I n g with a limp
an inch from a pimp
hair WiLd and unkempt
EGO as big as the blimp
in an attempt to look hard
having no regards playing the part
of the rappers he sees in the videos
draped in gold spitting lyrics
with metaphors about
hoes and fat BANK ROLLS
S he tried to warn him
of the company you keep
especially the ones who be
r u n n i n g the streets
experiencing loss of life
and others loss of sleep
but he’s in too
deep
C ontrol the discretion of a dope fiend’s confession
but the interrogation session remains on the
floor
cut-up like a r-i-b-b-o-n
because they’re giving us drama
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