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Jul 2019
I just wanna fly
Can I just die?
Make a sacrifice
My whole dang life
Cash pay the price
My life is a lie
Look at this guy
Never seen him cry
What a relief
Religion and belief
God is his chief
He still believes
He can be free
Doing good deeds
He is drug free
Never even seen
Never need a drink
Yet people think
He is a freak
That uses drugs
Thinks he a ****
Just cause he does
Rap they think it crap
He in the back
Hating himself
Never felt, this way
Tracks he made
The words do say
How he feels
No one listens
Though it real
It doesn't appeal
It just *****
The beats are weak
The words are weak
Dreams that he seeks
Things that he sees
Things that he thinks
Ideas that he keeps
Things that he fears
Nobody hears
Nobody cares
They all just stare
And think he wears
A fake face
But I'm awake
I know I take
A lot of time
To make good rhymes
I don't make a dime
I do it for fun
How many care, none
But I'm not done
I will try
I just wanna fly
Can I just die?
Make a sacrifice
My whole dang life
Cash pay the price
My life is a lie
Look at this guy
Never seen him cry
Why?
Words that he types
Songs that he writes
Ones no one like
Oh that's right
Every single one
Can I just run?
Burn in the sun
Shot by a gun
Just be done
This isn't fun
Not anymore
My brain is tore
Can't write no more
I am too poor
To buy out fame
I am too lame
To play the game
I have no name
There is no way
I will make
Lots of cash
Making stacks
Sound Cloud plays
Playing my tracks
They too whack
They just lack
What people want
What do they want?
Smoking blunts
Beating up punks
Dogs and fun
Cops and they run
How is that fun
I rap about good
Not about the hood
Not about things I took
Or things that look good
Or things that would
Damage, hurt, or ****
Or good for the thrill
Or things that will
Change you altogether
Never
I just wanna fly
Can I just die?
Make a sacrifice
My whole dang life
Cash pay the price
My life is a lie
Look at this guy
Never seen him cry
What a relief
Religion and belief
God is his chief
He still believes
He can be free
Doing good deeds
He is drug free
Never even seen
Never need a drink
Yet people think
He is a freak
Written by
Jordan Hudson
75
   Mark Tilford
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