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Jan 2020
im been lost
tryna find my cost
cold as jack frost
mentality off
wishing on upon a star
skipping the religion
hoping i can make it far
guess its fate decision
i was blind to the lies i had in my eyes
yet sly to sight the profane hate disguised
whats the use got no living proof
mom and dad in a suit
forever locked in a coup
no car no whips
just graves
no trips
whats the position that i really ever wanted
sit in mental prison cell open coolers wanted
sick of the plan an occasional purple
whats my next step
wheres the new bet
getting much wet
swim in greenΒ Β i get
time so goodby
i give up now
i been run thru my thoughts and i don't know how
i been feeling so insane ohh am i that now
everything is so deranged i cant comeback now
Written by
rashad stapleton
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