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i never pillow talk cause you never know who is listening behind the doors i keep my secrets to my chest cause they are worthy i don't want another wealthy man to trade them selling people dreams that you will never live Them Am me not them different cause i hate my self i dream dying i wonder when when i will leave this hell hole am stuck nightmares are dark no light spark i should have knew that without money life ***** No love only hate and greed i can't even trust my own seed my generation smoke alot of **** and proceed violence my streets these dayz lack silence gunshots another one down mothers tears fell down his son layes silent in the streets kids gang bang we all want to be rich Light skin controls money government promises lies Nightmares visit every time i close my eyes her grave i didn't knew Am 19 still a teen i need a shoulder to lean but non of the shoulders i trust i live to make to make you proud i listen to his word but voices in my head are loud dark cloud on my head depression on its mission... nightmares my visions...
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Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:30 AM UTC
Nightmares
i never pillow talk cause you never know who is listening behind the doors i keep my secrets to my chest cause they are worthy i don't want another wealthy man to trade them selling people dreams that you will never live Them Am me not them different cause i hate my self i dream dying i wonder when when i will leave this hell hole am stuck nightmares are dark no light spark i should have knew that without money life ***** No love only hate and greed i can't even trust my own seed my generation smoke alot of **** and proceed violence my streets these dayz lack silence gunshots another one down mothers tears fell down his son layes silent in the streets kids gang bang we all want to be rich Light skin controls money government promises lies Nightmares visit every time i close my eyes her grave i didn't knew Am 19 still a teen i need a shoulder to lean but non of the shoulders i trust i live to make to make you proud i listen to his word but voices in my head are loud dark cloud on my head depression on its mission... nightmares my visions...
Nightmare
bongani-g-kay
Written by
18/M/I vory park
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 3:30 AM UTC
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