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There are som things I should of said but instead its stuck in my head.
Part of me wishes I was dead but mostly all I dream of is making that bread.
People will take ur kindness as ur weakness and wen you mess up and fall they fake asses be like you need to see this.
I refuse to love those boys and hoes all I really want is the cars ,money and cloths yea real drake ish thats all I listen to cause nowadays its hard to find a rapper that will spit the truth.
I hate living in the ghetto all around me is people who just settle for the less I guess Im the only one that can see the best.
And my father who I barelly know at all I just tell my mother to hang up wenever he cares enough to call its been years I admit he had me shedding tears but then you grow up with this hate we both know by now its way to late.
Dem fake man always trying to find a way to put you down all because they never had anybody to love to be around pay attention its always the number one class clown.
People always expect you to go out on the limp but wen I need help there is no where to find dem.
Im scared of dying old and alone I keep having this feeling that things finna go all wrong. I have no one to lean on wen Im unable to be strong.
Just the other day I herd of a girl that went missing she was only four years old but sadly the mother had a story that she left untold. she killed her one and only baby she had every body thinking she was a innocent old lady
And boys my age walking around carrying guns and chasing after the girls with the big old buns only 14 and he already having a son.
IM JUST KEEPING IT REAL......
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