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What I feel like

This What I Feel like

See I got this thing right..

Hold up, wait, let me think right

See I got this thing right

Where at times it seems like

Everything I do is wrong I cant even blink right

In such deep water I cant even see light

But I still fight, but **** I feel like

Ima be right back in the same **** boat if I chill right

Sinking again in the same **** water so Im still like

The only relaxing Im doing now is when a kneel like

Lord help me through these times, help me feel right

Cuz lord see what Im trying to do is take flight

So wait let me take a deep breathe ima breath right

Get my thoughts together and continue to write

Lol or should I say type

Cuz it seems like

It helps calm the stress in my **** life

So yea heres the deal right

Its hard when I wanna be on the other side and the doors are locked tight

Got all the keys I need, but cant find the right type

And I know when I get through that door the light is so bright

But how long will it take to get through it my entire life?

Sometimes I feel like its pointless, like Im started to lose sight

Its like the wind is blowing, but im flying a steel kite

Im going no where, like Im pedaling one of those gym bikes

I know yall know how I feel right

Oh I know what, ima go get a deal right

Get a record label and go make a mill..sike!

Reality sets in and Im like **** but this is real life

Not some mtv show, all the stars in the lime light

But I am bright, my head is on right

So u know what ima take that next flight

The one flying through success, and landing at happy life

So the next time I sit down to think, to write or type

Ima be off that **** stationary bike

And soaring to the sky, on my fly *** kite

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Apr 3, 2010
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