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I can't even begin to explain
The type of s**t that remains on my brain
The love and hate that run's thru my veins or my cool composure I try to maintain.
My up's and downs that I go thru daily.
The pain I feel from not seeing my babies,
the names I get called from bein' to shady
and the days I don't wanna act like a lady.
Me and my ni**a can't get along for a minute,
I hate to say it,
but I only feel loved when he's in it.
Now I might just be in one of my moods again but this bull**it has to come to an end.
People are always quick to judge.
My own family talk down cause I dance in a club.
And my friends,
them h**'s don't wanna see me come up,
they love when I'm down and having bad luck.
But haters make the world go round like they say,
and as long as I keep these fakes away
then I know I'll live to see another day.
Keep my head held up high, let all the hatred pass by, and shall I feel pain don't be ashamed to cry.
Just let it all out and cleanse my soul,
and keep on goin' until I get old.
