Its been a long time, A lot of places ive been When i think of back home, i just think of my friends If we never got caught up in drugs, what we could of been We were on our way up, now their lost in the wind And im lost on my own, chain smoking this dro When i think of my rhymes, i think of water to wine Lyrics to gold, this poetry here is me baring my soul, here you can have it Its old 26 years old, damnit it seems so old, they say im half way young, i say im antique if you ask me brotha, unveiling this mask Ive been wearing since i was born, no anger im passed beef brotha, trying to find the peace, examining parts of me, ive never seen before Me and this pen Me and the crowd Me and this mic Were just working this out.. And this is my therapy No, please dont stare at me.. No, please dont judge Just me and this blunt and this hennesey No, please, no pictures, i dont keep any memorys Im better off on my own, no need to remember me.. Please. please. just let me be.. Chosen a high instead of embracing this life i think it a problem, but within that thought is where ill be promised to find an issue, which where there was not, and thats the real issue and problem ive been conditioned to follow, hope for a wishful tomorrow mission impossible, im beggin your pardon,homie im sorry but im just getting started n i aint pickin up a guitar tp pluck just because im an artist that doesnt fit your description which might i adds a bit ignorant im not above all of it but im smarter than politics and im more for the heart and the soul than playing a part in a role that isnt me within this music industry, of bitter dreams, the only way i want you picturing mes is changing history ha, why you gotta pick on me? because i actually believe in what i speak, n what i think ofs kinda deep, and what i spit is kinda softer, well explain to me then why the feeling you get from its always stronger... is anybody there my lifes a broken elevator everbody stares well aware, tho i barely do care is it what im wearing, or because im here, standing, fucking breathing air This aint the end, just gettin started ..and this is my therapy No, please dont stare at me.. No, please dont judge Just me and this blunt and this hennesey No, please, no pictures, i dont keep any memorys Im better off on my own, no need to remember me.. Please. please. just let me be..
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